The Poetry of the FutureJ.B. Alden, 1888 - 182 Seiten |
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... sorrows , thou know | est them not , nor divin | est . While he woos , | thou art want on ; thou let | test him love thee ; But thou art | not his friend , | for his grief | cannot move thee . And at last , when he sick | ens and dies ...
... sorrows , thou know | est them not , nor divin | est . While he woos , | thou art want on ; thou let | test him love thee ; But thou art | not his friend , | for his grief | cannot move thee . And at last , when he sick | ens and dies ...
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... sorrow , now mad | den to crime ? " On the other hand , the prosodists scan the lines thus : " 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 ...
... sorrow , now mad | den to crime ? " On the other hand , the prosodists scan the lines thus : " 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 ...
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James Wood Davidson. Now melt into sorrow , now madden to crime ? " This shows that , whether we call the system anapestic , as it is , or dactylic , as the proso- dists have heretofore insisted on , there is no escaping the necessity of ...
James Wood Davidson. Now melt into sorrow , now madden to crime ? " This shows that , whether we call the system anapestic , as it is , or dactylic , as the proso- dists have heretofore insisted on , there is no escaping the necessity of ...
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... sorrow , | Till the air is | dark with | anguish . | | " 9 Now for our own scanning . We begin the passage with a mone , and must have a sur- plus syllable at the end . We give the proper iambic notation first , letting the verses stand ...
... sorrow , | Till the air is | dark with | anguish . | | " 9 Now for our own scanning . We begin the passage with a mone , and must have a sur- plus syllable at the end . We give the proper iambic notation first , letting the verses stand ...
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... sorrow , till the air is dark with an | guish . " THE DACTYL . - The same line of argument applies to this foot that we have applied to the trochee . The objection to it rests , pri- The Poetry of the Future . 73 The Dactyl.
... sorrow , till the air is dark with an | guish . " THE DACTYL . - The same line of argument applies to this foot that we have applied to the trochee . The objection to it rests , pri- The Poetry of the Future . 73 The Dactyl.
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absurd accent alliteration anapestic rhythm beauty bold youth cæsura called catalectic Christopher Pearse Cranch clime couplet critic dactylic hexameters dimeter division double rhymes dream Edgar Poe English equal example feet foot four fourth pæon give variety Greek heart Heaven Hot cross buns hypermeter iambic rhythm iambs iambus idea illustrate Know ye legitimate length less Longfellow's lyric mark matter meaning measure melody merely metre and stanza mind monarchy of God mone Murray's nature ning nonsense o'er object octameter onomatopoetic passage pause Poe's poem poet poet's poetical poetry prose prosodists prosody punctuation pyrrhic reader reason rhythmical language scanning seems sense singing smile sorrow spiritual strong syllables terminal rhyme tetrameter thee thing thought tion tribrach trimeter trochaic trochee true ture uniform utterance verse vulture wait Walt Whitman weak syllable words write written ye the land
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 118 - And thinking of the days that are no more. "Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld; Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Seite 137 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; — Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing,...
Seite 137 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" For the soul is dead that slumbers. And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Seite 102 - All sly slow things, with circumspective eyes: Men in their loose unguarded hours they take, Not that themselves are wise, but others weak. But grant that those can conquer, these can...
Seite 133 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.
Seite 142 - Oh to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Seite 133 - And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences ; The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Seite 137 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Seite 119 - Ah,. sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Seite 127 - You'd scarce expect one of my age, To speak in public on the stage ; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by.