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... true spirit of poetry is often as marked in a prose writer as in a poet , sometimes more so for certain dis- tances ; but the systematic elevation of verse is the guise in which the instinct of habit teaches us to look for the genuine ...
... true spirit of poetry is often as marked in a prose writer as in a poet , sometimes more so for certain dis- tances ; but the systematic elevation of verse is the guise in which the instinct of habit teaches us to look for the genuine ...
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... indeed be kept in the backward arrange- ment by force- Slówly lifting the | hórn that | húng at his side ; but this is an unnatural procedure , and nought but the natu- ral is true . Indeed , if it comes to OUTLINES OF METRE . 7 ས.
... indeed be kept in the backward arrange- ment by force- Slówly lifting the | hórn that | húng at his side ; but this is an unnatural procedure , and nought but the natu- ral is true . Indeed , if it comes to OUTLINES OF METRE . 7 ས.
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A Complete Practical Guide to the Whole Subject E. Wadham. ral is true . Indeed , if it comes to that , and violence is to be done , the accent itself may as well be set aside outright . On this subject , in relation to the hexameter ...
A Complete Practical Guide to the Whole Subject E. Wadham. ral is true . Indeed , if it comes to that , and violence is to be done , the accent itself may as well be set aside outright . On this subject , in relation to the hexameter ...
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... true beat as often as possible will appear : — Hell heard the insufferable noise ; Hell saw Heaven ruining from heaven , and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound ...
... true beat as often as possible will appear : — Hell heard the insufferable noise ; Hell saw Heaven ruining from heaven , and would have fled Affrighted ; but strict Fate had cast too deep Her dark foundations , and too fast had bound ...
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... true root of difference between the two extremes of blank verse ; occasional quick feet are as nothing to it ; for except in the degree they tend to bring about the free rhythm , they rank but as irregularities , good or bad , accord ...
... true root of difference between the two extremes of blank verse ; occasional quick feet are as nothing to it ; for except in the degree they tend to bring about the free rhythm , they rank but as irregularities , good or bad , accord ...
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accent alliteration alternate arrangement ballad beat beauty blank verse cadence called close consonant couplet crown verse dactyl effect enclitic English epic eyes fair fall Five-foot fixed cesura flowers four feet Four-foot free verse gentle Annie Greek hand hath heart heaven hexameter hover impart instance irregular kind King Arthur language length light longer LYTTON march metre measure melody metrical nature night NUT-BROWN MAID o'er occasionally odd syllable odd-over pause piece poem poet poetic poetry primus ab prose prosody Public School Latin quatrain Queen Mab quick foot rest rhyme rhythm rhythmic roundel rule School Latin Primer seems short sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spondaic stanza star stave strong beginning structure sweet tears Telamonian Ajax thee thou three feet tone triplet tripping metre trochee unrhymed variety versification voice vowel weep winds words
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Page 105 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 104 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 108 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head: As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Page 41 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Page 95 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Page 107 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Page 42 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Page 102 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Page 103 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Page 82 - Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; Tis the wind and nothing more.