Linguistics and the Study of LiteratureTheo d' Haen, Theo d'. Haen |
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... leaves the street , and enters the drawing - room , where his suspicious father asks him the following question : " Have you been talking to that red skirt again ? " In terms of generative grammar , and from a syntactic point of view ...
... leaves the street , and enters the drawing - room , where his suspicious father asks him the following question : " Have you been talking to that red skirt again ? " In terms of generative grammar , and from a syntactic point of view ...
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... leaves unnoticed thicken , Hidden weeds flower , neglected waters quicken , Luminously - peopled air ascends ; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle . Here is unfenced ...
... leaves unnoticed thicken , Hidden weeds flower , neglected waters quicken , Luminously - peopled air ascends ; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle . Here is unfenced ...
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... leaves unnoticed thicken " ; or , in the section not yet considered , the sea : " Here is unfenced existence : / Facing the sun , untalkative , out of reach " . The changing point of reference leaves the observer indefinite and ...
... leaves unnoticed thicken " ; or , in the section not yet considered , the sea : " Here is unfenced existence : / Facing the sun , untalkative , out of reach " . The changing point of reference leaves the observer indefinite and ...
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... leaves no doubt about the identity of the institutions which the speaker in the poem holds responsible for all this human degradation . As a matter of fact , they figure con- spicuously in the poem : " Church ” , “ Palace ” and ...
... leaves no doubt about the identity of the institutions which the speaker in the poem holds responsible for all this human degradation . As a matter of fact , they figure con- spicuously in the poem : " Church ” , “ Palace ” and ...
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Contents
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27 | |
42 | |
Elizabeth Newman | 56 |
Donald C Freeman | 72 |
Vimala Herman | 89 |
Georgian Poetry | 112 |
Walter Nash | 128 |
Michael H Short | 152 |
Roger Fowler | 187 |
Mieke | 201 |
André Lefevere | 218 |
J G Schippers | 245 |
Willie van Peer | 268 |
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action Amsterdam Bo Bo clause communication complex concept constraints context dark David Lodge deictic expressions discourse English Essays example expressed fact fiction foregrounded Fowler function Gerard Manley Hopkins grammatical Hopkins ideology interpretation Jakobson Keats kind language Larkin Leech lexical linguistic list construction literary criticism literary stylistics literary texts literature London meaning metaphor metonymic metre metrical mode motif musical scansion narrative narratology narrator noun object Ode to Psyche Oeuvres pattern Philip Larkin phonaesthetic phonetic play poem poem's poet poetic poetry polysyndetic pragmatic pronoun R.S. Thomas reader reading reference relation rewriting Roger Fowler role Roman Jakobson Samson scansion semantic semiotic sentence Shakespeare social sound speaker speech act Sprung Rhythm stanza Stoppard's stories stressed structure Style stylistic analysis stylisticians suggest syllables syntactic T.S. Eliot theory tion translation University Press utterance verb words writing ZANGLER
Popular passages
Page 81 - THOU still unravished bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes,...
Page 82 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 230 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 130 - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo!
Page 76 - Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind: Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep...
Page 47 - I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls; But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear.
Page 75 - Olympus' faded hierarchy! Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star, Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky; Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none, Nor altar heap'd with flowers; Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours; No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet From chain-swung censer teeming; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming.
Page 175 - HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Page 75 - Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian, They lay calm-breathing, on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touched not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus
Page 98 - 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.