A Pamphlet Against AnthologiesAn entertaining tirade against the perceived iniquities of the trade anthology. A statement of poetic integrity, it poses awkward questions about the production and consumption of art in the mass markets of twentieth and twenty-first centuries. |
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... piece of stichomythia from Sophocles , a couple of Euripidean choruses ... anthology , though it had degenerated into a text - book of occasional lyrics , had not yet turned into the second - hand clothes shop ... ANTHOLOGY & TRADE ANTHOLOGY.
... piece of stichomythia from Sophocles , a couple of Euripidean choruses ... anthology , though it had degenerated into a text - book of occasional lyrics , had not yet turned into the second - hand clothes shop ... ANTHOLOGY & TRADE ANTHOLOGY.
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... piece filled full of pretty pith . ' The monotony of these collections led in the seventeenth century to the publication of various anthologies of Wit and Drollery ; they were intended for the same reading public , which had , however ...
... piece filled full of pretty pith . ' The monotony of these collections led in the seventeenth century to the publication of various anthologies of Wit and Drollery ; they were intended for the same reading public , which had , however ...
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... piece . Indeed , any field where modifications in the original texts are necessary for popular rendering , more specifically where definite translations are necessary , should be avoided by anthologists . It may be stated as a general ...
... piece . Indeed , any field where modifications in the original texts are necessary for popular rendering , more specifically where definite translations are necessary , should be avoided by anthologists . It may be stated as a general ...
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... anthology piece : ' Brother Tradesmen , do not weep ! They are not dead , they do but sleep . ' The signature was ' Hawes ' Brothers ' Boy . ' There must be scores of similar pieces waiting for a place in a portfolio : election lampoons ...
... anthology piece : ' Brother Tradesmen , do not weep ! They are not dead , they do but sleep . ' The signature was ' Hawes ' Brothers ' Boy . ' There must be scores of similar pieces waiting for a place in a portfolio : election lampoons ...
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... piece in even the most startling innovators if sufficient pressure from the most advanced section of his public is applied to him . Mr. Untermeyer's political tactics in his Modern American Poetry have been condemned by superior ...
... piece in even the most startling innovators if sufficient pressure from the most advanced section of his public is applied to him . Mr. Untermeyer's political tactics in his Modern American Poetry have been condemned by superior ...
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Page 137 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Page 135 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 95 - If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
Page 128 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page 77 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 138 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Page 79 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken...
Page 139 - GARDEN A GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot — The veriest school Of peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not — Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool? Nay, but I have a sign: Tis very sure God walks in mine.
Page 78 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 116 - When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin ... in the dust, in the cool tombs. And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street, cash and collateral turned ashes ... in the dust, in the cool tombs. Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she remember? ... in the dust, in the cool tombs? Take any streetful of people buying clothes and groceries, cheering a hero or throwing...