Poets and ProblemsHoughton, Mifflin & Company, 1886 - 386 pages |
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... that there must be a groundwork of rule , and compliance with the fixed requirements of form ; but the poet who is obliged to keep these in his mind , and to work conscious of them , is sure never to produce any- THE POET AS A TEACHER . 39.
... that there must be a groundwork of rule , and compliance with the fixed requirements of form ; but the poet who is obliged to keep these in his mind , and to work conscious of them , is sure never to produce any- THE POET AS A TEACHER . 39.
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George Willis Cooke. conscious of them , is sure never to produce any- thing worthy of the name of true art . The poet who counts his syllables to see if the lines are of the right length , is no poet worthy of the name . He must know as ...
George Willis Cooke. conscious of them , is sure never to produce any- thing worthy of the name of true art . The poet who counts his syllables to see if the lines are of the right length , is no poet worthy of the name . He must know as ...
Page 80
... sure as I'm a rhymer , Half a butt of Rudesheimer . In 1849 , one who seems to have known him well gave this description of him : " It is pleasant to know that a great poet's household is among the number of his admirers . . . . Tenny ...
... sure as I'm a rhymer , Half a butt of Rudesheimer . In 1849 , one who seems to have known him well gave this description of him : " It is pleasant to know that a great poet's household is among the number of his admirers . . . . Tenny ...
Page 90
... sure instinct for the aroma and the color of words . Tennyson is essentially an artist , and he paints pictures with words . His poetry is full of scenes for the painter , clearly conceived , rightly colored , full of life , and ...
... sure instinct for the aroma and the color of words . Tennyson is essentially an artist , and he paints pictures with words . His poetry is full of scenes for the painter , clearly conceived , rightly colored , full of life , and ...
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... sure in instinct and per- fect in workmanship , singing with the lark's free- dom of impulse and yet he looks well to the manner of his song . There is scarcely one of Tennyson's shorter poems which has not undergone revision since its ...
... sure in instinct and per- fect in workmanship , singing with the lark's free- dom of impulse and yet he looks well to the manner of his song . There is scarcely one of Tennyson's shorter poems which has not undergone revision since its ...
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Page 356 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Page 357 - So, take and use thy work : Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in thy hand!
Page 30 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light ! He looked — Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. The clouds were touched, And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love.
Page 29 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough ; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.
Page 343 - I have gone the whole round of creation: I saw and I spoke. I, a work of God's hand for that purpose, received in my brain, And pronounced on, the rest of his handwork, — returned him again His creation's approval or censure; I spoke as I saw. I report, as a man may of God's work: all's love, yet all's law.
Page 345 - A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like to me, "Thou shalt love and be loved by, for ever: a Hand like this hand "Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
Page 161 - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky: Give her the wages of going on, and not to die.
Page 356 - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be : Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
Page 345 - Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich, To fill up his life, starve my own out, I would — knowing which, I know that my service is perfect.
Page 124 - Not for itself, but thro' thy living love For one to whom I made it o'er his grave Sacred, accept this old imperfect tale, New-old, and shadowing Sense at war with Soul Rather than that gray king, whose name, a ghost, Streams like a cloud, man-shaped, from mountain peak, And cleaves to cairn and cromlech still...