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... reflected in some of the unobtrusive forms of verbal music , and we rank a poet as artist largely by his power to link words so that the sound sug- gests unformulated thought . Among the poets whose lines are marked by refined melodic ...
... reflected in some of the unobtrusive forms of verbal music , and we rank a poet as artist largely by his power to link words so that the sound sug- gests unformulated thought . Among the poets whose lines are marked by refined melodic ...
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... reflections . Ballads continued to be regarded as hardly worth noticing till the early part of the nine- teenth century . Sir Philip Sidney expresses his wonder that he likes the ballad of Percy and Douglas ( the Battle of Otterbourne ...
... reflections . Ballads continued to be regarded as hardly worth noticing till the early part of the nine- teenth century . Sir Philip Sidney expresses his wonder that he likes the ballad of Percy and Douglas ( the Battle of Otterbourne ...
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... reflections . He uses conventional epithets to which his hearers are accustomed . Gold is always " red , " the ladies " fair . " r . " Certain numbers , as " three " and " seven , " recur without definite meaning . “ A league , a league ...
... reflections . He uses conventional epithets to which his hearers are accustomed . Gold is always " red , " the ladies " fair . " r . " Certain numbers , as " three " and " seven , " recur without definite meaning . “ A league , a league ...
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... reflection . Many of Mil- ton's and Wordsworth's sonnets do not observe this last rule ; the conclusion is sometimes con- fined to the two or three closing lines or left to the reader . But the best effect is attained when the logical ...
... reflection . Many of Mil- ton's and Wordsworth's sonnets do not observe this last rule ; the conclusion is sometimes con- fined to the two or three closing lines or left to the reader . But the best effect is attained when the logical ...
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... reflection that no one could imag- ine that an unknown universe is revealed by dark- ness and may be still further disclosed by death is put into the sextette . The following sonnet by Wordsworth is all description permeated by emo ...
... reflection that no one could imag- ine that an unknown universe is revealed by dark- ness and may be still further disclosed by death is put into the sextette . The following sonnet by Wordsworth is all description permeated by emo ...
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accents Adonais amphibrach anapest antistrophe artistic ballad Battle of Maldon beauty blank verse breath century chant royal character Chaucer Coleridge couplet dead death dirge doth embodied emotion English epic expression fair feeling flower FORMS OF ENG give grief hath heart heaven hither human hymn iambic Iliad Ilya irregular Italian Judas Iscariot Keats King lady lament language light lines literary literature Lycidas lyric manner melody meter metrical Milton mind modern musical nature never night o'er octave phrase Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetic poetry popular race rhymes romance Sadko says sense sentiment sestina sextette Shakespeare Shelley sing society verse song sonnet soul of Judas sound spirit stanzas strophe Svyatogor sweet syllables Tennyson terminal thee things thou thought tion tone trochee Troilus and Criseyde true Twas the soul vers de société vowel wind words Wordsworth writer written wrote
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Page 267 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 207 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 207 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear...
Page 206 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 245 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Page 124 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
Page 49 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Page 261 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Page 123 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 251 - Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.