Enjoying PoetryMark Van Doren W. Sloane Associates, 1951 - 556 páginas |
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... seems to proceed on the same level . Its language is as conventional as Prior can make it . Poetry is " measure " or " numbers , " a mistress is a " flame , " and the soul of the lover sighs . Also , there is a lyre : the most ...
... seems to proceed on the same level . Its language is as conventional as Prior can make it . Poetry is " measure " or " numbers , " a mistress is a " flame , " and the soul of the lover sighs . Also , there is a lyre : the most ...
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... seems not to - he seems indeed to take a perverse pleasure in denying that there is any hope . For he has seized , to illustrate his homily , something that inevitably and naturally fails . The sun cannot be stopped . Day cannot be ...
... seems not to - he seems indeed to take a perverse pleasure in denying that there is any hope . For he has seized , to illustrate his homily , something that inevitably and naturally fails . The sun cannot be stopped . Day cannot be ...
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... seems to be remembering , once were moved by a strange junction of waning moon and sloping hill to consider whether we had not some presentiments after all of what sur- vival means . The dead may keep something and live on . The soul ...
... seems to be remembering , once were moved by a strange junction of waning moon and sloping hill to consider whether we had not some presentiments after all of what sur- vival means . The dead may keep something and live on . The soul ...
Contenido
A single asterisk before the title of a poem indicates that it is analyzed in the Commentaries beginning on page | 3 |
An Ode Matthew Prior Linda | 4 |
To Lucasta on Going to the Wars Richard Lovelace | 5 |
Derechos de autor | |
Otras 68 secciones no mostradas
Términos y frases comunes
alliteration Andrew Marvell Annabel Lee auld lang syne beauty bird blood breast breath bright child cloud cold dark dead dear death doth dreams earth Emily Dickinson eyes fair fall feet flowers gone grass grave green hair hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill iambic iambic pentameter kiss lady land leaves light live look lover Lycidas lyre mind moon morning never night o'er once Oven Bird pale Philosopher's Song poem poet poetry praise quatrain rhyme Roman Road rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine shore silent silver dawn sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smiling song sonnet soul sound spirit spring stanza stars sweet syllables tears tell thee thine thing thou thought trees trimeter verse voice wall waves weary weep wild wind wings wonder words