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... whole which I have come to regard as essential to criticism ; and that in this latter essay I use the word ' moral ' ( for instance in the phrase The values of literature are in the last resort moral ' ) in a sense which is never ...
... whole which I have come to regard as essential to criticism ; and that in this latter essay I use the word ' moral ' ( for instance in the phrase The values of literature are in the last resort moral ' ) in a sense which is never ...
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... whole which I have come to regard as essential to criticism ; and that in this latter essay I use the word ' moral ' ( for instance in the phrase ' The values of literature are in the last resort moral ' ) in a sense which is never ...
... whole which I have come to regard as essential to criticism ; and that in this latter essay I use the word ' moral ' ( for instance in the phrase ' The values of literature are in the last resort moral ' ) in a sense which is never ...
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... was truly Aristote- lian , partly because Coleridge had known what it was to be a great poet , the reference to life pervades the whole of what is permanently valuable in Coleridge's criticism 5 The Function of Criticism.
... was truly Aristote- lian , partly because Coleridge had known what it was to be a great poet , the reference to life pervades the whole of what is permanently valuable in Coleridge's criticism 5 The Function of Criticism.
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John Middleton Murry. the whole of what is permanently valuable in Coleridge's criticism . In him , too , there is a strict and mutually fertilising relation between the moral and the æsthetic values . This is the firm ground beneath his ...
John Middleton Murry. the whole of what is permanently valuable in Coleridge's criticism . In him , too , there is a strict and mutually fertilising relation between the moral and the æsthetic values . This is the firm ground beneath his ...
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... whole activity of art ; it is the exercise of sovereignty by art upon itself , and not the imposition of an alien . To use our previous metaphor , as art is the consciousness of life , criticism is the consciousness of art . The ...
... whole activity of art ; it is the exercise of sovereignty by art upon itself , and not the imposition of an alien . To use our previous metaphor , as art is the consciousness of life , criticism is the consciousness of art . The ...
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Page 62 - I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird,— the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Page 150 - purge off, Benign, if so it please thee, my mind's film.' 'None can usurp this height,' returned that shade, 'But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest.
Page 59 - I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light's delay.
Page 69 - Hyperion" — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
Page 189 - A second promise of genius is the choice of subjects very remote from the private interests and circumstances of the writer himself. At least I have found that where the subject is taken immediately from the author's personal sensations and experiences, the excellence of a particular poem is but an equivocal mark, and often a fallacious pledge, of genuine poetic power.
Page 45 - I KNOW that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above ; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love ; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight...
Page 75 - By an immortal sickness which kills not ; It works a constant change, which happy death Can put no end to ; deathwards progressing To no death...
Page 125 - We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; — They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Page 58 - But as air, melody, is what strikes me most of all in music and design in painting, so design, pattern or what I am in the habit of calling 'inscape' is what I above all aim at in poetry. Now it is the virtue of design, pattern, or inscape to be distinctive and it is the vice of distinctiveness to become queer. This vice I cannot have escaped.
Page 75 - The lily and the snow ; and beyond these I must not think now, though I saw that face. But for her eyes I should have fled away ; They held me back with a benignant light, Soft, mitigated by divinest lids Half-clos'd, and visionless entire they seem'd Of all external things...