Pieces of a Broken-down Critic: Picked Up by Himself, 1-4. kötetScotzniovsky, 1858 |
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... POEMS 262 PROFESSOR LINCOLN'S HORACE 273 LATIN PRONUNCIATION 277 · THE AJAX OF SOPHOKLES 283 PARIS IN LITTLE , AND SOME OF THE VANITIES THEREOF APROPOS OF " RACHEL AND THE NEW WORLD " 294 331 224683 COOPER'S " INDIAN AND INGIN ...
... POEMS 262 PROFESSOR LINCOLN'S HORACE 273 LATIN PRONUNCIATION 277 · THE AJAX OF SOPHOKLES 283 PARIS IN LITTLE , AND SOME OF THE VANITIES THEREOF APROPOS OF " RACHEL AND THE NEW WORLD " 294 331 224683 COOPER'S " INDIAN AND INGIN ...
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... poem ( though perhaps , strictly speaking , what is so called is rather an imitation ) [ " and accordingly , " adds the author , in a note , " it should be observed that , as all admit , none but a poet can be qualified to translate a poem ...
... poem ( though perhaps , strictly speaking , what is so called is rather an imitation ) [ " and accordingly , " adds the author , in a note , " it should be observed that , as all admit , none but a poet can be qualified to translate a poem ...
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... poets are usually great translators . There is Pope , and Byron , and Shelley , and Coleridge , & c . But let us see how these positions will bear examination . In what sense is a good translator of prose a good prose - writer ? Must a ...
... poets are usually great translators . There is Pope , and Byron , and Shelley , and Coleridge , & c . But let us see how these positions will bear examination . In what sense is a good translator of prose a good prose - writer ? Must a ...
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... poetic style , i . e . poetic manner ; be- tween which and poetic matter there is no necessary connection . Poetry consists in two things , the idea and the expression . Now a man may have great facility of poetic expression , and that ...
... poetic style , i . e . poetic manner ; be- tween which and poetic matter there is no necessary connection . Poetry consists in two things , the idea and the expression . Now a man may have great facility of poetic expression , and that ...
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... poem , Hermotimus , is a work of much promise . Yet no one would call him a great poet ; and no one who has read Blackwood's Anthological articles can help calling him a great translator . But here our facts may be impugned , and we ...
... poem , Hermotimus , is a work of much promise . Yet no one would call him a great poet ; and no one who has read Blackwood's Anthological articles can help calling him a great translator . But here our facts may be impugned , and we ...
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189. oldal - ... font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
189. oldal - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
175. oldal - OF old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet : Above her shook the starry lights : She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the wind. Then stept she down thro...
208. oldal - Moreover his mother made him a little coat, and brought it to him from year to year, when she came up with her husband to offer the yearly sacrifice.
46. oldal - Join all, and try the omnipotence of Jove : Let down our golden, everlasting chain, Whose strong embrace holds heaven, and earth, and main: Strive all, of mortal, and immortal birth, To drag, by this, the Thunderer down to earth Ye strive in vain ! If I but stretch this hand, I heave the gods, the ocean, and the land; I fix the chain to great Olympus' height, And the vast world hangs trembling in my sight!
16. oldal - With these thou seest — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
190. oldal - And so through those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee ; come Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one : Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself, Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.
190. oldal - And girdled her with music. Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay.
190. oldal - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her. one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpretcr between the Gods and men.