American CriticismWilliam A. Drake Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1926 - 368페이지 |
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... imaginative sympathy by which the reader or spectator is able to relive the vision created by the artist . This is the soil without which it cannot flourish ; but it attains its end and becomes criticism in the highest sense only when ...
... imaginative sympathy by which the reader or spectator is able to relive the vision created by the artist . This is the soil without which it cannot flourish ; but it attains its end and becomes criticism in the highest sense only when ...
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... imagination was fired by reports of the rock- hewn monuments , unknown to Europe , at Medain Salih ( or El - Hejr ; the Hegra of Ptolemy ) , three hundred miles farther along the pilgrim way . He resolved to take the hazard of visting ...
... imagination was fired by reports of the rock- hewn monuments , unknown to Europe , at Medain Salih ( or El - Hejr ; the Hegra of Ptolemy ) , three hundred miles farther along the pilgrim way . He resolved to take the hazard of visting ...
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... imaginative they would have caught him , perhaps , in their celestial mouse - trap . He spent his earlier years , as he recalls them , in a nebulous dream , scarcely dispelled until he had passed out of his ' teens . Very early he was ...
... imaginative they would have caught him , perhaps , in their celestial mouse - trap . He spent his earlier years , as he recalls them , in a nebulous dream , scarcely dispelled until he had passed out of his ' teens . Very early he was ...
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... imagining . They were my background and my ma- terial , and my irritants , and so my creative life . I was often asked by visitors from the East , from England and elsewhere , how I could work in such a city of noise , confusion , hate ...
... imagining . They were my background and my ma- terial , and my irritants , and so my creative life . I was often asked by visitors from the East , from England and elsewhere , how I could work in such a city of noise , confusion , hate ...
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... imagination . He saw , too , the truth about Wilson , and stated it blister- ingly in a letter to his friend R. W. Curtis . Wendell's actual books , I believe , are now all dead , even his arbitrary and ignorant but highly amusing ...
... imagination . He saw , too , the truth about Wilson , and stated it blister- ingly in a letter to his friend R. W. Curtis . Wendell's actual books , I believe , are now all dead , even his arbitrary and ignorant but highly amusing ...
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273 페이지 - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
279 페이지 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
314 페이지 - Perhaps they were; or perhaps there might have been shoals of them in the far horizon; but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature...
325 페이지 - Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.
286 페이지 - Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again; Would that breast by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
xiv 페이지 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
300 페이지 - I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us — don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody ! How public, like a frog, To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!
269 페이지 - THE FUGITIVES. THE waters are flashing, The white hail is dashing, The lightnings are glancing, The hoar-spray is dancing — Away ! The whirlwind is rolling, The thunder is tolling, The forest is swinging, The minster bells ringing — Come away ! The Earth is like Ocean, Wreck-strewn and in motion : Bird, beast, man and worm Have crept out of the storm — Come away ! a. " Our boat has one sail, And the helmsman is pale ; — A bold pilot I trow, Who should follow us now...
314 페이지 - But while this sleep, this dream is on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror. Over Descartian vortices you hover. And perhaps, at mid-day, in the fairest weather, with one half-throttled shriek you drop through that transparent air into the summer sea, no more to rise for ever. Heed it well, ye Pantheists!
188 페이지 - Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow, As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere around the globe.