The Afternoon Lectures on Literature & ArtW. McGee; [etc., etc.,], 1869 |
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... lines and colours of nature is , as has been said by an eminent critic , impossible . If , then , of every hundred lines which exist in nature , your pic- ture will hold but one , how must the success 62 THE POETRY OF.
... lines and colours of nature is , as has been said by an eminent critic , impossible . If , then , of every hundred lines which exist in nature , your pic- ture will hold but one , how must the success 62 THE POETRY OF.
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... lines or colours , the pre- sence of a few such elements would utterly mar the effect of word - painting . The small number of elements of which the poet can make use , must be so chosen , that the mind can quickly and without any great ...
... lines or colours , the pre- sence of a few such elements would utterly mar the effect of word - painting . The small number of elements of which the poet can make use , must be so chosen , that the mind can quickly and without any great ...
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... lines which I am about to read to you , and I am sure that his memory will testify to the truth and the grandeur of the picture which is there drawn . The scene described is , as you will remember , the burning of Rokeby Castle : - " In ...
... lines which I am about to read to you , and I am sure that his memory will testify to the truth and the grandeur of the picture which is there drawn . The scene described is , as you will remember , the burning of Rokeby Castle : - " In ...
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... lines , taken from the second . canto of " Marmion " . " bade the passing knell to toll For welfare of a parting soul . Slow o'er the midnight wave it swung ; Northumbrian rocks in answer rung ; To Warkworth cell the echoes rolled ; His ...
... lines , taken from the second . canto of " Marmion " . " bade the passing knell to toll For welfare of a parting soul . Slow o'er the midnight wave it swung ; Northumbrian rocks in answer rung ; To Warkworth cell the echoes rolled ; His ...
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... line after line of dull faulty writing , and sneeringly ask - Is this poetry ? Counsel for the defence will point to the battle scene of " Marmion , " or the starting of Clan Alpine into life , and ask triumphantly — What is finer in ...
... line after line of dull faulty writing , and sneeringly ask - Is this poetry ? Counsel for the defence will point to the battle scene of " Marmion , " or the starting of Clan Alpine into life , and ask triumphantly — What is finer in ...
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