The Bookman: A Literary Journal, Том 47Dodd, Mead and Company, 1918 |
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... write great poetry . It is exactly the other way with crea- tive artists ; they grow up faster than the average . The maturity of Keats is astonishing . Now I believe that in the last forty years Ireland has really begun to grow up ...
... write great poetry . It is exactly the other way with crea- tive artists ; they grow up faster than the average . The maturity of Keats is astonishing . Now I believe that in the last forty years Ireland has really begun to grow up ...
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... writer , and he had , alas ! little time to lose . Mr. Yeats published his first poem in 1886. Since that date ... writes pure , not ap- plied poetry . I care little for his theories of symbolism , magic and what not . Poets are judged ...
... writer , and he had , alas ! little time to lose . Mr. Yeats published his first poem in 1886. Since that date ... writes pure , not ap- plied poetry . I care little for his theories of symbolism , magic and what not . Poets are judged ...
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... writes both lyrical poems and dramas ; but he is at the opposite remove from Browning in everything except the gift of song ... write on any subject without illuminating it by the light of his own imagination ; and I find his essays in ...
... writes both lyrical poems and dramas ; but he is at the opposite remove from Browning in everything except the gift of song ... write on any subject without illuminating it by the light of his own imagination ; and I find his essays in ...
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... write For my poor passage to the stall of night ? A QUESTION I asked if I got sick and died , would you With my black funeral go walking too , If you'd stand close to hear them talk or pray While I'm let down in that steep bank of clay ...
... write For my poor passage to the stall of night ? A QUESTION I asked if I got sick and died , would you With my black funeral go walking too , If you'd stand close to hear them talk or pray While I'm let down in that steep bank of clay ...
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... write great odes and hymns to Beauty , his simple poems of Irish life are full of charm . The Wishes to My Son has a ... writes both regular and free verse . He is close to the soil , and speaks the thoughts of the peasants , articu ...
... write great odes and hymns to Beauty , his simple poems of Irish life are full of charm . The Wishes to My Son has a ... writes both regular and free verse . He is close to the soil , and speaks the thoughts of the peasants , articu ...
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