There Are Ancient And Modern Poems Which Breathe, In Their Entirety And In Every Detail, The Divine Breath Of Irony. In Such Poemsthere Lives A Real Transcendental Buffoonery. Their Interior Is Permeated By The Mood Which Surveys Everything And Rises Infinitely Above Everything Limited, Even Above The Poet's Own Art, Virtue, And Genius; And Their Exterior Form By The Histrionic Style Of An Ordinary Good Italian Buffo.

-Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

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There Are Ancient And Modern Poems Which

Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

There Are Ancient And Modern Poems Which Breathe, In Their Entirety And In Every Detail, The Divine Breath Of Irony. In Such Poemsthere Lives A Real Transcendental Buffoonery. Their Interior Is Permeated By The Mood Which Surveys Everything And Rises Infinitely Above Everything Limited, Even Above The Poet's Own Art, Virtue, And Genius; And Their Exterior Form By The Histrionic Style Of An Ordinary Good Italian Buffo.

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The Analytical Writer Observes The Reader As He Is; Accordingly, He Makes His Calculation, Sets His Machine To Make The Appropriate Effect On Him. The Synthetic Writer Constructs And Creates His Own Reader; He Does Not Imagine Him As Resting And Dead, But Lively And Advancing Toward Him. He Makes That Which He Had Invented Gradually Take Shape Before The Reader's Eyes, Or He Tempts Him To Do The Inventing For Himself. He Does Not Want To Make A Particular Effect On Him, But Rather Enters Into A Solemn Relationship Of Innermost Symphilosophy Or Sympoetry.

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