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(Universeals) (Realm of Ideas )

(Concepts) (Knowledge)

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(Particulars)
(World of Apperance

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(Opinion) (Utility)

(Faint Copies)

Art is Imitation of Imitation

(Imitators) (Beauty)

(Simple Imitation)

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Imitation

Theory

Mirror

Theory

(Aristoclese)

(Plato)

Objective Idealism

(Mirror Theroy)
Art is Mimesis mimesis / (Imitation)


( Rational and Deliberate Process)

Lord Shaftesbury

The true poet is

Second maker

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subject
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Attention

(Creativity)
( To bring things Into existence that have not
existed before) .

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Agental cause



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(Imagination)

(Images)

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Imitation of
Imitation Imitation of Essences




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(The Emanation Theory )








Dagobert D.Runes


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ONE DIVINE ONE

(Zoroaster)

(Ormuzd) (Ahura Mazdah)
(Ahriman)
(Angro Mainyush)

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(Zoroastranism)


(Mani)
(Manicheus)


Manichaeism .

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Dualist religious
philosophy

Soul (Psycle)
Mind Intelligence
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(Epistrophe)

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( P.B Shelley)


(Promethenus Unbound) (A
defence of poetry)
(Divine Madness)

(The Necessity of Atheism) ()

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(The more we study the more we discover our ignorance)

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(History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.)

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(Poetry is the record of the best and the happiest moments of the happiest and the best minds.)

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(Poets are the unacknowledged legistaltor of the world.)

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(If anyone condemns the arts, because they create by way of imitation of nature.)

(First, we must observe that natural things themselves are an imitation of something further.)
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(And next, we must bear in mind that the arts do not simply imitate the vissible.)
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(Ozymandias of
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Ozymandias Of Egypt
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatterd visage lies, whoses frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

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Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, Stampd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mockd them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedertal there words appear;
My name is Ozynandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
P.B Shelley
(I.A Richard)

(New Critic)

-Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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(The ideas of beauty is one and perfect according to Plotinus)

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First Beauty


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Imitation of Imitation
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(Pheidias)
(Imitation Theory)

(Since Pheidias did not create Zenus after
any such as he would be if Zenus deigned to appear to mortal eyes.)

(Freedom of Art ) Bernard Bosanquet

(If freely interpreted, we saw a
foreshadowing of the profoundest modern romanticism.) ..
(Romanticism)
(Art movement )

(Schlegel ) A.W
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(John Keats)
. (A thing of beauty is a joy forever)
(William Blake) Joy and Woe are woven fine

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(W.B. Yeats) The
Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus
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Creative Imagination

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(The movement away from realism and classicism)

(Employing private rather than public symbols)

(Working by suggestion rather than by direct statement)

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Knowledge)

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(Everyday is life and one whole life is but a day repeated.)

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( )
The Poets Deram
On a poets lips I slept
Dreaming like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses
But feeds on the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt thoughts will dernesses
He will watch from dawn to gloom
The lake reflected sun illume
The yellow bees in the ivy bloom,
Nor heed nor see what things they be;
But from these create he can
Form more real than living man,
Nurslings of immortality!
P.B. Shelly

()
To The Moon
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
P.B. Shelly

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Loves Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one anothers being mingle
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the weaves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdiand its brother :

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And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea
What are all these kissing worth,
If thou kiss not me?
P.B. Shelly

()
To A Skylark
Hail to there, Blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse Strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the art thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singer.
In the golden lighting
Of the sunken sun,
Oer which coulds are brightening
Like an unbodied joy whose race in just begun.
The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a Star of heaven
In the broad daylight
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight
Keen ar are the arrows
Of the silver sphere,
Whose instense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams and
Heaven is overflowd
What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see

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As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.

Like a poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heede not :
Like a high-born maiden
In a palace tower,
Soothing her love laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows he bower :
Like a glow worn golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbenholden
Its aerial hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view :
Like a rose embowerd
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowerd,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves
Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain awakend flowers,
All that ever was
Joyour, and clear, and fresh , thy music doth surpass.
Teach as, sprite or bird,
What sweet thought are thine :
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Chorus hymeneal,
Or triumphal chant,
Matchd with thine would be all
But an empty vant
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
What objects are the fountains

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Of thy happy strain?

What fields, or waves, mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be :
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee :
Thou lovest; but neer knew loves sad satiety.
Waking or asleep
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not :
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest sons are those that tell of saddest thought.
Yet, if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear ;
If we were things born
Not ot shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Better than all measurer
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasurers
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as Im listening now!
P.B Shelley

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Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine

Joy and woe woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
It is right, it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thros the world we safely go.
William Blake

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The Rainbow
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
So was it when my life began;
So it is Iam a man;
So be it when I shall grow old.
Or ler me die!
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
William Wordsworth
()
The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus
Behold that great Plotinus swim,
Buffeted by such seas;
Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him,
But the Goledn Race looks dim,
Salt blood blocks his eyes.
Scattered on the level grass
Or winding through the grove
Plato there and Minus pass,
There stately Pythagoras
And all the Choir of Love.
W.B. Yeats
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The One In Paradise
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine
A green isle in the sea, love,

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A fountain and a shrine,

All wreathed with fairy fruit and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream, too bright last!
Ah, starry Hope! That didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
On! On! but oer the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! Alas! With me
The light of life is oer!
No more no more no more
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sand upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glance,
And where thy footstep gleams
In what eternal dance,
By what eternal streams.
Edgar Allan Poe
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The Mirabeau Bridge
Under the Mirabeau bridge the Seine
Flows with our loves;
Must I remember once again
Joy followed always after pain?
Night may come and clock may sound,
Within your shadow I am bound.
Clasp hand in hand, keep face to face,
Whilst here below
The bridge formed by our arms embrance
The waters of our endless Langing pass.
Nitght may come and clock may sound,
Within your shadow I am bound.
And like this stream our passions flow,
Our love goes by;
The violence hope dare not show
Follows times beat which now falls slow.

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Night may come and clock may sound

Within your shadow I am bound.
The days move on; but still we strain
Back towards time past;
Still to the waters of the Seine
We bend to catch the echo gone.
Night may come and clock may sound
Within your shadow I am bound.
Guillaume Apollinarie

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