A Paper on Ballad Literature Read at the Manchester Athena Um Debating Society1873 - 43 страница |
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... referred to by Tennyson in the opening of his poem : A still , small voice said unto me , Thou art so full of misery : Surely ' twere better not to be . Further pursuit of these analogies would lead me too far ; but continuing to ...
... referred to by Tennyson in the opening of his poem : A still , small voice said unto me , Thou art so full of misery : Surely ' twere better not to be . Further pursuit of these analogies would lead me too far ; but continuing to ...
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... referred to by Tennyson in the opening of his poem : A still , small voice said unto me , Thou art so full of misery : Surely ' twere better not to be . Further pursuit of these analogies would lead me too far ; but continuing to ...
... referred to by Tennyson in the opening of his poem : A still , small voice said unto me , Thou art so full of misery : Surely ' twere better not to be . Further pursuit of these analogies would lead me too far ; but continuing to ...
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... intellectual . Concerning the second characteristic of song , I have already incidentally spoken . I have referred it for its origin to the feelings ; D further , I may say that the emotion expressed in BALLAD LITERATURE . 15.
... intellectual . Concerning the second characteristic of song , I have already incidentally spoken . I have referred it for its origin to the feelings ; D further , I may say that the emotion expressed in BALLAD LITERATURE . 15.
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... referred , is the class of humorous and satirical ditties . My quotations of this kind must be brief , because the best examples I can find are in the Scottish dialect , which would be unintelligible , I fear , to most of you . Still ...
... referred , is the class of humorous and satirical ditties . My quotations of this kind must be brief , because the best examples I can find are in the Scottish dialect , which would be unintelligible , I fear , to most of you . Still ...
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... referred to by , I think , Horne Tooke , when he says that the measure of the power of a word is the number of ideas it con- veys . We may similarly say , with reference to this suggestive- ness of expression , that , in poetry at all ...
... referred to by , I think , Horne Tooke , when he says that the measure of the power of a word is the number of ideas it con- veys . We may similarly say , with reference to this suggestive- ness of expression , that , in poetry at all ...
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analogy wherewith Arthur Hugh Clough Athenæum auld blaw bonnie bairns Canterbury Tales chidden dancing definition depend describing difference is radical directing your attention doth effect emotion examine Ballad Literature example Faerie Queene feeling fitting expression frae Goethe heart Helen husband Il Penseroso illustration instance Kirconnell knight lassie e'er Lord Macaulay love-songs mental condition Milton mind modern and ancient musical national literature Newhaven Nut-Brown Maid o'er objective school older poet pain whereto perennial in national pieces sma poet's poetry querulously high questioning spirit rest returned apace romances sadly low sall satirical sing Sir Patrick Spens song-writer sorrow speech subjective appreciation synthetically from external tempered by wider tendency Tennyson thought tions tone turned her owre Twa Corbies uncultured unto verse Victorian era water everywhere Whereat the questioning wife Wife of Usher's wooing word ballad young nation find
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Страница 12 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Страница 6 - SEE ! the smoking bowl before us, Mark our jovial ragged ring ; Round and round take up the chorus, And in raptures let us sing : CHORUS. A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
Страница 5 - Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. • The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Страница 7 - Life is all a variorum, We regard not how it goes ; Let them cant about decorum Who have characters to lose, A fig, &c.
Страница 21 - The air broke into a mist with bells, The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries. Had I said, " Good folk, mere noise repels — But give me your sun from yonder skies!" They had answered
Страница 10 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Страница 12 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Страница 11 - I wish I were where Helen lies; Night and day on me she cries; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me.
Страница 11 - Kirconnell lea ; 1 lighted down my sword to draw, I hacked him in pieces sma', I hacked him in pieces sma', For her sake that died for me.