English Language and Literary Criticism: English poetryPotter, 1882 |
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... merits . We shall make frequent short extracts from the most noted critical writers on English poetry , thereby introducing the student to a practical acquaintance with the best examples of literary criticism . No single book is English ...
... merits . We shall make frequent short extracts from the most noted critical writers on English poetry , thereby introducing the student to a practical acquaintance with the best examples of literary criticism . No single book is English ...
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... merit . The versification is exceedingly irregular . Some- times it is the unrhymed alliterative measure peculiar to Anglo - Saxon poetry , then it is rhymed like its French model ; sometimes the lines are divided into regular feet ...
... merit . The versification is exceedingly irregular . Some- times it is the unrhymed alliterative measure peculiar to Anglo - Saxon poetry , then it is rhymed like its French model ; sometimes the lines are divided into regular feet ...
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... merit , and has been severely handled by the critics . But it was reserved for Alfred Tennyson , the present poet laureate of England , to embody this legend in a form not only acceptable and delightful to modern readers , but one in ...
... merit , and has been severely handled by the critics . But it was reserved for Alfred Tennyson , the present poet laureate of England , to embody this legend in a form not only acceptable and delightful to modern readers , but one in ...
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... merit to either of the preceding . It is a story of the time of Bruce , 1307 , and the materials were derived from Barbour's Gestes of King Bruce and Dal- rymple's Scottish Annals . The half - mythical remoteness of the events described ...
... merit to either of the preceding . It is a story of the time of Bruce , 1307 , and the materials were derived from Barbour's Gestes of King Bruce and Dal- rymple's Scottish Annals . The half - mythical remoteness of the events described ...
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... , overburdened with orna- ment . And yet their beauties are many and their merits are of a high order . The student cannot fail to derive great pleasure from their perusal . As a writer of poetical 74 ENGLISH LITERATURE .
... , overburdened with orna- ment . And yet their beauties are many and their merits are of a high order . The student cannot fail to derive great pleasure from their perusal . As a writer of poetical 74 ENGLISH LITERATURE .
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Page 386 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Page 359 - Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 545 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 313 - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 375 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 460 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 544 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 348 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow, When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 332 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
Page 346 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...