Training in Literary Appreciation: An Introduction to CriticismThomas Y. Crowell Company, 1924 - 237 páginas |
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... touch nothing that does not come in the guise of fiction . ( d ) One who reads widely but very superficially . 5. Pope says , " True ease in writing comes from art , not chance . " Discuss this statement in connection with the general ...
... touch nothing that does not come in the guise of fiction . ( d ) One who reads widely but very superficially . 5. Pope says , " True ease in writing comes from art , not chance . " Discuss this statement in connection with the general ...
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... so Milton proceeds : all but the wakeful nightingale— She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased . That final touch is magical . That These are but touches ; a flick from a deft 14 LITERARY APPRECIATION.
... so Milton proceeds : all but the wakeful nightingale— She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased . That final touch is magical . That These are but touches ; a flick from a deft 14 LITERARY APPRECIATION.
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... , and poetry , if it is to keep in touch with everyday life , must be made up mainly of the normal rhythm , by which we breathe and walk . ) ve ILLUSTRATIVE READING There is a clear and illuminating account of RHYTHM 31.
... , and poetry , if it is to keep in touch with everyday life , must be made up mainly of the normal rhythm , by which we breathe and walk . ) ve ILLUSTRATIVE READING There is a clear and illuminating account of RHYTHM 31.
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... Touching with its azure arms Upland fields and peaceful farms , Gliding with a twilight tide Where the dark elms shade its side ; Twining , pausing sweet and bright Where the lilies sail so white ; Winding in its sedgy hair Meadow ...
... Touching with its azure arms Upland fields and peaceful farms , Gliding with a twilight tide Where the dark elms shade its side ; Twining , pausing sweet and bright Where the lilies sail so white ; Winding in its sedgy hair Meadow ...
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... touch to put one's hand upon the inevitable word can never be learned . The power of appreciating it when we meet it can , however , be cultivated and is , in itself , no inconsiderable gain . Examples are not wanting . When Shake ...
... touch to put one's hand upon the inevitable word can never be learned . The power of appreciating it when we meet it can , however , be cultivated and is , in itself , no inconsiderable gain . Examples are not wanting . When Shake ...
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Página 78 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Página 53 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone ; that of sophisters, economists and calculators, has succeeded : and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.
Página 77 - Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word...
Página 37 - Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away. This way, this way. Call her once before you go. Call once yet. In a voice that she will know : "Margaret! Margaret!
Página 100 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill...
Página 217 - Magnanimity in politics is not seldom the truest wisdom, and a great empire and little minds go ill together.
Página 142 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Página 84 - Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candlelight, and fireside conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself — do these things go out with life...
Página 71 - ... content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a. debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.
Página 119 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.