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... heart by the crushing of a cherished doll under a rocking - chair . When the mother returned she found the little girl so pitiful and pathetic that she took the child in her arms and asked what had happened . And then the little ...
... heart by the crushing of a cherished doll under a rocking - chair . When the mother returned she found the little girl so pitiful and pathetic that she took the child in her arms and asked what had happened . And then the little ...
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... heart invites and beseeches , athirst for the foam . And once he even ventured on a long - drawn ana- pestic octameter , which called for twenty - four syllables in line : every — Ere frost - flower and snow - blossom faded and fell ...
... heart invites and beseeches , athirst for the foam . And once he even ventured on a long - drawn ana- pestic octameter , which called for twenty - four syllables in line : every — Ere frost - flower and snow - blossom faded and fell ...
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... heart was hot within him , Like a living coal his heart was . The iambic pentameter line , so Holmes declared , will probably be read at the rate of about fourteen lines a minute . " If a breath is allowed to each line the respiration ...
... heart was hot within him , Like a living coal his heart was . The iambic pentameter line , so Holmes declared , will probably be read at the rate of about fourteen lines a minute . " If a breath is allowed to each line the respiration ...
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... heart was touched as nearly ; But that was fifty years ago . Or the extra syllable which makes the double rime may be appended to the second and fourth lines , as in this stanza of Praed's " Belle of the Ball - room " : - She smiled on ...
... heart was touched as nearly ; But that was fifty years ago . Or the extra syllable which makes the double rime may be appended to the second and fourth lines , as in this stanza of Praed's " Belle of the Ball - room " : - She smiled on ...
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... heart had thought of for a minute , - I knew it , for she had told me so , In phrase which was divinely molded ; She wrote a charming hand , — and oh ! How sweetly all her notes were folded ! The methods of avoiding monotony most often ...
... heart had thought of for a minute , - I knew it , for she had told me so , In phrase which was divinely molded ; She wrote a charming hand , — and oh ! How sweetly all her notes were folded ! The methods of avoiding monotony most often ...
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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 composed consonants critic dactylic declared delight double rimes 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 master mating melody meter metrical metrist Milton never nursery-rimes o'er once pair of rimes passage pause play poem poet poet's poetic license Pope prose quatrain refrain repetition rhythm rhythmic rime-scheme rondeau 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 92 - 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...
Page 106 - HAIL to thee, 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 earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 90 - AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Page 215 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms "We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely...
Page 230 - O F MAN'S first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, Heavenly Muse...
Page 213 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 105 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Page 195 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless and grand; His manners were gentle, complying and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 15 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Page 173 - I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.