Poetry Explained for the Use of Young PeopleJ. Johnson, 72, St. Paul's Churchyard., 1802 - 115 من الصفحات |
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... says , that the language of the age is never the language of poetry ; and he was so much pleased with certain obsolete ex- pressions in Dryden , that he made a list of them for his own practice , such as muse- ful mopings , -roundelay ...
... says , that the language of the age is never the language of poetry ; and he was so much pleased with certain obsolete ex- pressions in Dryden , that he made a list of them for his own practice , such as muse- ful mopings , -roundelay ...
الصفحة xi
... . Each of these lines consists of ten syllables ; and the last words of each of them , " creep " and " sheep , " rhyme to each other ; that is to say , resemble each other in sound . " Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill xi.
... . Each of these lines consists of ten syllables ; and the last words of each of them , " creep " and " sheep , " rhyme to each other ; that is to say , resemble each other in sound . " Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill xi.
الصفحة xii
... say , they are not to be understood exactly in the usual manner : for example , when we say the " golden sun , " we do not mean to xii.
... say , they are not to be understood exactly in the usual manner : for example , when we say the " golden sun , " we do not mean to xii.
الصفحة xiii
Richard Lovell Edgeworth. " golden sun , " we do not mean to say that the sun is made of gold . This mode of speaking is called figurative , or speaking ... says one thing and means another b almost the same , it is a synecdoche . When X111.
Richard Lovell Edgeworth. " golden sun , " we do not mean to say that the sun is made of gold . This mode of speaking is called figurative , or speaking ... says one thing and means another b almost the same , it is a synecdoche . When X111.
الصفحة xiv
... says one thing and means another opposite or contrary , it is an irony . When he says one thing and means another like it , it is a metaphor . A metaphor continued and often repeated , becomes an allegory . A metaphor carried to a great ...
... says one thing and means another opposite or contrary , it is an irony . When he says one thing and means another like it , it is a metaphor . A metaphor continued and often repeated , becomes an allegory . A metaphor carried to a great ...
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الصفحة 77 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
الصفحة 50 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
الصفحة 71 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring, To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
الصفحة 66 - Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold...
الصفحة 46 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of link-ed sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running ; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of Harmony : That Orpheus...
الصفحة 39 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequered shade...
الصفحة 34 - Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometime walking not unseen By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight...
الصفحة 30 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
الصفحة 75 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
الصفحة 55 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast: And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...