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... fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar . -Lochinvar : Scott . Turning now to poetic form , we find that the same . principles apply to it . Notice in these stanzas how almost all the important words are placed before the pause at the end of the ...
... fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar . -Lochinvar : Scott . Turning now to poetic form , we find that the same . principles apply to it . Notice in these stanzas how almost all the important words are placed before the pause at the end of the ...
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... Fair befall the dainty sweet , By that flower there is a bower , Where the heavenly muses meet . -Phillis the Fair : N. Breton . For a similar reason , if lines both end and 106 POETRY AS A REPRESENTATIVE art .
... Fair befall the dainty sweet , By that flower there is a bower , Where the heavenly muses meet . -Phillis the Fair : N. Breton . For a similar reason , if lines both end and 106 POETRY AS A REPRESENTATIVE art .
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... Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave , and oh , The difference to me ! - -The Lost Love : Wordsworth . In connection with the effect ...
... Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky . She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave , and oh , The difference to me ! - -The Lost Love : Wordsworth . In connection with the effect ...
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... fair weather in your blust'ring land . -King John , v . , 1 : Shakespear . or irregular or broken , as in Goethe's Faust and Southey's Thalaba ; e.g .: How beautifut is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air ; No mist obscures ...
... fair weather in your blust'ring land . -King John , v . , 1 : Shakespear . or irregular or broken , as in Goethe's Faust and Southey's Thalaba ; e.g .: How beautifut is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air ; No mist obscures ...
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... in her breast -Idem , 1 , 8 , 5 . And in her fair limbs tender fear compressed , And still she stood . -Chapman's Tr . , Odyssey . Though death - struck , still his feeble frame he 138 POETRY AS A REPRESENTATIVE ART .
... in her breast -Idem , 1 , 8 , 5 . And in her fair limbs tender fear compressed , And still she stood . -Chapman's Tr . , Odyssey . Though death - struck , still his feeble frame he 138 POETRY AS A REPRESENTATIVE ART .
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Page 164 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 66 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page 165 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 214 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces thronged, and fiery arms.
Page 276 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the- nations...
Page 130 - All this ? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break ; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humor? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you ; for from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Page 211 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 42 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Page 76 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Page 214 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...