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... SUGGESTIONS FOR STUDY . 263 B : BIBLIOGRAPHICAL SUGGESTIONS 266 INDEX 269 A STUDY OF VERSIFICATION CHAPTER I THE STUDY OF VERSE.
... SUGGESTIONS FOR STUDY . 263 B : BIBLIOGRAPHICAL SUGGESTIONS 266 INDEX 269 A STUDY OF VERSIFICATION CHAPTER I THE STUDY OF VERSE.
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... suggestions are available also for those who may feel themselves moved to speak in num- bers . Attention may be called to the fact that it never pretends to declare how verse ought to be written ; all that it endeavors to do is to show ...
... suggestions are available also for those who may feel themselves moved to speak in num- bers . Attention may be called to the fact that it never pretends to declare how verse ought to be written ; all that it endeavors to do is to show ...
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... suggestion of a pattern , which is too large for us to grasp , even though we take pleasure in it . In verse , the poet spreads the pattern before us , in- vites our attention to it ; he awakes in us the expect- ancy that its elements ...
... suggestion of a pattern , which is too large for us to grasp , even though we take pleasure in it . In verse , the poet spreads the pattern before us , in- vites our attention to it ; he awakes in us the expect- ancy that its elements ...
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... suggestion that " the unconscious adaptation of voluntary life to the or- ganic rhythm is perhaps a more pervading fact than we have been in the habit of considering it . One can hardly doubt that Spenser breathed habitually more slowly ...
... suggestion that " the unconscious adaptation of voluntary life to the or- ganic rhythm is perhaps a more pervading fact than we have been in the habit of considering it . One can hardly doubt that Spenser breathed habitually more slowly ...
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... suggestion . The same sharp critic noted also that Keats wrote his earlier sonnets in one of the stricter Italian forms , but in his later relapsed into the freer English arrangement which Shakspere had glorified . The most marked pecu ...
... suggestion . The same sharp critic noted also that Keats wrote his earlier sonnets in one of the stricter Italian forms , but in his later relapsed into the freer English arrangement which Shakspere had glorified . The most marked pecu ...
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accepted alliteration anapestic artist asserted attention Austin Dobson ballade beauty blank verse breath Browning Browning's Byron's called charm chosen colliteration Complete Poetical composed consonants dactylic declared delight double rime Dryden effect employed English poetry English verse example feel final line fixed form foot four lines hearer heart heptameter heroic couplet hexameter iambic pentameter iambs iambus kiss language less long syllables Longfellow's Lowell lyric lyrist mate melody meter metrical metrist Milton never nursery-rimes o'er once pair of rimes passage pause play poem poet poet's poetic license Pope Pope's prose quatrain refrain repetition rhythm rhythmic rime-scheme rondeau rondel Rose Shakspere Shakspere's short syllable single rime sometimes song sonnet sound speech spondee stanza substitution sweet Swinburne technic Tennyson thee theme Théodore de Banville thou thought tion trimeter triolet trochaic trochee true tune unrimed versification villanelle vowel vowel-sound wind words write
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Page 133 - that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 86 - throne, Biirn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 220 - Duke of Buckingham : — A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong ; Was everything by starts, and nothing long ; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, tiddler, statesman, and buffoon : Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that
Page 108 - : — Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on. In this
Page 85 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden Soul of Harmony. The
Page 73 - *T is not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar ; When Ajax strives some rock's vast might to throw,
Page 120 - On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And through the field the road runs by To many-towered Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Bound an island there below, The island of Shalott.
Page 181 - stanza : — Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Page 228 - beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruined spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claimed kindred there, and had his claims allowed ; The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sate by his fire, and talked the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. The
Page 93 - 1 And may there be no sadness of farewell, . When I embark ; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.