The Criticism of LiteratureMacmillan, 1928 - 397 sivua |
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... novel of the year , " or even as " the great American novel . " In order , then , that criticism may have х meaning and usefulness , it must define as clearly LITERATURE AND THE AUTHOR 31.
... novel of the year , " or even as " the great American novel . " In order , then , that criticism may have х meaning and usefulness , it must define as clearly LITERATURE AND THE AUTHOR 31.
Sivu 34
... novels . Or the largeness of experience may consist in greater spiritual intensity or profundity , as in the case of Emily Dickinson . Or it may be the richer interpreta- tion of the ordinary contacts and events of a restricted life ...
... novels . Or the largeness of experience may consist in greater spiritual intensity or profundity , as in the case of Emily Dickinson . Or it may be the richer interpreta- tion of the ordinary contacts and events of a restricted life ...
Sivu 42
... novel written on the same pattern by the same author or another will supplant it and will satisfy the public just as well . Until the intellectual millennium , perhaps , there will continue a demand for such books , and the " frantic novels ...
... novel written on the same pattern by the same author or another will supplant it and will satisfy the public just as well . Until the intellectual millennium , perhaps , there will continue a demand for such books , and the " frantic novels ...
Sivu 43
... novels , sickly and stupid German Tragedies , and deluges of idle and extravagant stories in verse . We make a few changes of ... novel is a good illustration of the fallaciousness of popularity as an index of literary merit . A study of ...
... novels , sickly and stupid German Tragedies , and deluges of idle and extravagant stories in verse . We make a few changes of ... novel is a good illustration of the fallaciousness of popularity as an index of literary merit . A study of ...
Sivu 44
... novel . " And is an appeal to the comparatively small numbers of highly cultivated readers any surer test of literary value ? The books that find favor with the in- telligentsia are certainly more likely to have the qual- ities that ...
... novel . " And is an appeal to the comparatively small numbers of highly cultivated readers any surer test of literary value ? The books that find favor with the in- telligentsia are certainly more likely to have the qual- ities that ...
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A. A. Milne æsthetic appeal Aristotle artist beauty biography century chapter character climax closet drama creative critic definite delight detail Dickens drama Dryden E. E. Cummings E. V. Lucas Elinor Wylie epic essay ethical expression fact familiar feeling fiction free verse genius give harmony human humor iambic pentameter idea images imagination instance intellectual value interest interpretation Jane Austen Keats Letty lines literary literature lyric Macmillan material means merely metrical mind modern moral narrative nature never novel novelist Olivia Paradise Lost passage perhaps picture play pleasure plot poem poet poetic experience poetry present prose Psychology of Beauty purpose reader realize rhyme rhythm scene sense Shakespeare Shelley Shelley's significance sometimes sound speech spirit stanza story structure style suggested symbol things thought tion true truth unity Vanity Fair verse vision whole words Wordsworth writer
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Sivu 155 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Sivu 147 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Sivu 198 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Sivu 150 - Their dread commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower : his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appeared Less than arch-angel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Sivu 102 - Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed On joy, to solely seek and find and feast: Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men; Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the mawcrammed beast? v Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe.
Sivu 151 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Sivu 152 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Sivu 86 - Field once was; and how in her youth she was esteemed the best dancer — here Alice's little right foot played an involuntary movement, till upon my looking grave, it desisted — the best dancer, I was saying, in the county, till a cruel disease, called a cancer, came, and bowed her down with pain; but it could never bend her good spirits, or make them stoop, but they were still upright, because she was so good and religious.
Sivu 132 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Sivu 352 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...