A Study of VersificationHoughton Mifflin, 1911 - 275 Seiten |
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... STANZA VII . THE SONNET VIII . OTHER FIXED FORMS IX . RIMELESS STANZAS X. THE COUPLET XI . BLANK VERSE XII . POETIC LICENSE . APPENDIX A : SUGGESTIONS FOR STUDY B : BIBLIOGRAPHICAL SUGGESTIONS INDEX · 31 49 • 73 102 • 125 · 144 . 176 ...
... STANZA VII . THE SONNET VIII . OTHER FIXED FORMS IX . RIMELESS STANZAS X. THE COUPLET XI . BLANK VERSE XII . POETIC LICENSE . APPENDIX A : SUGGESTIONS FOR STUDY B : BIBLIOGRAPHICAL SUGGESTIONS INDEX · 31 49 • 73 102 • 125 · 144 . 176 ...
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... stanza , with due regard to its inten- tion , we feel that each of the four lines is equal in the time of delivery and in the number of beats . Thus there is a harmonious and satisfactory effect on the ear , although the eye may inform ...
... stanza , with due regard to its inten- tion , we feel that each of the four lines is equal in the time of delivery and in the number of beats . Thus there is a harmonious and satisfactory effect on the ear , although the eye may inform ...
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... stanza and in Browning's : syllables that may seem to be suppressed in one line sometimes appear in another . At the end of Tennyson's third line , we find utter , which gives the line a short syllable too much ; but at the beginning of ...
... stanza and in Browning's : syllables that may seem to be suppressed in one line sometimes appear in another . At the end of Tennyson's third line , we find utter , which gives the line a short syllable too much ; but at the beginning of ...
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... stanza of one of Poe's most beautiful lyrics , " For Annie " : - Thank Heaven ! the crisis , The danger is past , And the lingering illness Is over at last And the fever called " Living " Is conquered at last . The ear seizes the rhythm ...
... stanza of one of Poe's most beautiful lyrics , " For Annie " : - Thank Heaven ! the crisis , The danger is past , And the lingering illness Is over at last And the fever called " Living " Is conquered at last . The ear seizes the rhythm ...
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... stanza of Hood's " Bridge of Sighs , " written in dactylic dimeter : - One more Unfortunate , Weary of breath , [ ~~ ] Rashly importunate , Gone to her death ! [ ~~ ] Take her up tenderly , Lift her with care ; [ ~~ ] Fashioned so ...
... stanza of Hood's " Bridge of Sighs , " written in dactylic dimeter : - One more Unfortunate , Weary of breath , [ ~~ ] Rashly importunate , Gone to her death ! [ ~~ ] Take her up tenderly , Lift her with care ; [ ~~ ] Fashioned so ...
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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 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 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 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 Swinburne's 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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Seite 46 - Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town ? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Seite 100 - 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...
Seite 202 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
Seite 27 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Seite 114 - 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.
Seite 234 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Seite 98 - 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.
Seite 111 - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Seite 73 - 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 weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Seite 113 - 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.