No, it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he... A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - Page 192by James Joyce - 1916 - 299 pagesFull view - About this book
| Francis Fisher Browne, Waldo Ralph Browne, Scofield Thayer - Books - 1917 - 582 pages
...color ; wherefore the biographer plays through the boy's thoughts with all manner of verbal loveliness. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words...mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose 1 From the fading splendor of an evening as beautifully described as any in English, he tumbles into... | |
| John Albert Macy - Literature - 1922 - 346 pages
...color; wherefore the biographer plays through the boy's thoughts with all manner of verbal loveliness. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words...mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose? From the fading splendor of an evening beautifully described, he tumbles into the sordid day of a house... | |
| Paul Rosenfeld - Literature, Modern - 1925 - 402 pages
...pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language manycolored and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored in a lucid supple periodic prose." Endowed in the shape of a feeling for words and rhythms with a medium... | |
| Harry Levin - 1941 - 276 pages
...his name and calling, is a moment he tries to make his own by drawing forth a phrase of his treas— A day of dappled seaborne clouds.— The phrase and...of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored per~ fectly in a lucid supple periodic prose. The strength and weakness of his style, by Joyce's own... | |
| Dolf Sörensen - Aesthetics, Modern - 1977 - 104 pages
...pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language many coloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of...mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?" (7). How important the power and the impact of words were for Joyce becomes only really apparent in... | |
| Mary Gore Forrester - Literary Criticism - 1982 - 284 pages
...religious discourse is displaced toward language itself, "the rhythmic rise and fall of words . . . the contemplation of an inner world of individual...mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose" (166-167). Stephen makes a distinction between words and things, concentrating on the musical qualities... | |
| Marguerite Harkness - Literary Collections - 1984 - 230 pages
...and marks his conversion to the service of art. That vision occurs only after he contemplates words: —A day of dappled seaborne clouds. The phrase and...mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose? [P, 166-67] In this pasage Stephen attempts to separate words from "the glowing sensible world" in... | |
| Patrick Parrinder - Literary Criticism - 1984 - 280 pages
...after hue: sunrise gold , the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the grey fringed fleece of clouds. No, it was not their colours: it...mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose? (P 166-7) The passage is at once argument and evocation. To the extent that it presents genuinely alternative... | |
| Marvin Minsky - Psychology - 1988 - 342 pages
...them to glow and fade, hue after hue; sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azures of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No, it...mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose? — JAMES JOYCE 11.1 SEEING RED What possible kind of brain-event could correspond to anything like... | |
| Robert M. Polhemus - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 395 pages
...then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colours? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy...mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose? [166-67] Language, the medium of. his art, has become the object of his love; but that medium he still... | |
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