The Way of the MakersMacmillan, 1925 - Всего страниц: 316 |
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... Muse " from " The Complete Poetical Works " of James Thomson ( " B.V. " ) . To Messrs . Henry Holt & Co. for " Hapless , " from the " Col- lected Poems " of Walter de la Mare . To Mr. Robert McBride for one page from " Psychology and ...
... Muse " from " The Complete Poetical Works " of James Thomson ( " B.V. " ) . To Messrs . Henry Holt & Co. for " Hapless , " from the " Col- lected Poems " of Walter de la Mare . To Mr. Robert McBride for one page from " Psychology and ...
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... Muse ( verse ) , by James Thomson ( 1834-1882 ) 154 ..... 157 From " A Ballad in Blank Verse , " by Davidson . From " Studies in Poetry , " by Brooke ( on Scott ) . From " Studies in Poetry , " by Brooke ( on Scott ) . From " Pope's ...
... Muse ( verse ) , by James Thomson ( 1834-1882 ) 154 ..... 157 From " A Ballad in Blank Verse , " by Davidson . From " Studies in Poetry , " by Brooke ( on Scott ) . From " Studies in Poetry , " by Brooke ( on Scott ) . From " Pope's ...
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... Muse even at this late day was not wholly mum : " I am not quite idle ; I made one line t'other day ; but I made no more . ' " Let us hear it , " cried Goldsmith ; " we'll put a bad one to it ! " " No , sir ; I have forgot it . " And so ...
... Muse even at this late day was not wholly mum : " I am not quite idle ; I made one line t'other day ; but I made no more . ' " Let us hear it , " cried Goldsmith ; " we'll put a bad one to it ! " " No , sir ; I have forgot it . " And so ...
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... Muse and will prob- ably forego the chance of making a masterpiece . Keats wisely decided that half a day ( and that is more than most poets are able to give ) was not enough for poetry , that it rightly required the whole day of the ...
... Muse and will prob- ably forego the chance of making a masterpiece . Keats wisely decided that half a day ( and that is more than most poets are able to give ) was not enough for poetry , that it rightly required the whole day of the ...
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... find , E're he be slack'd ; no more can he whose mind Joyes in the Muses , hold from that delight , When nature , and his full thoughts bid him write : Yet wish I those whom I for friends have known THE POET'S TRAVAIL 73.
... find , E're he be slack'd ; no more can he whose mind Joyes in the Muses , hold from that delight , When nature , and his full thoughts bid him write : Yet wish I those whom I for friends have known THE POET'S TRAVAIL 73.
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Стр. 11 - Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact...
Стр. 103 - The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM.
Стр. 47 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Стр. 126 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Стр. 11 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Стр. 228 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory (on this side Idolatry) as much as any). He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature : had an excellent Phantsie ; brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Стр. 126 - Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ? When Jubal struck the chorded shell His listening brethren stood around. And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so wel1.
Стр. 120 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate...
Стр. 29 - The poet, described in ideal perfection, brings the whole soul of man into activity, with the subordination of its faculties to each other, according to their relative worth and dignity. He diffuses a tone, and spirit of unity, that blends, and (as it were) fuses, each into each, by that synthetic and magical power, to which we have exclusively appropriated the name of imagination.
Стр. 32 - On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.