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... sounds yblent inclin¦èd áll ¦ to sleep . To gild refined gold | , to paint the lily . THOMSON . SHAKESPEARE . ( See also pages 10 and 15 loathed , purposed . ) Shakespeare and others of the elder poets carried this licence much farther ...
... sounds yblent inclin¦èd áll ¦ to sleep . To gild refined gold | , to paint the lily . THOMSON . SHAKESPEARE . ( See also pages 10 and 15 loathed , purposed . ) Shakespeare and others of the elder poets carried this licence much farther ...
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... sound scarce fell From his faint lips , but she replied | farewell . O now , for ever DRYDEN . Farewell | the tranquil mind ! | farewell | content ! Farewell | the plumèd troop , and the big wars , That make ambition virtue ! O ...
... sound scarce fell From his faint lips , but she replied | farewell . O now , for ever DRYDEN . Farewell | the tranquil mind ! | farewell | content ! Farewell | the plumèd troop , and the big wars , That make ambition virtue ! O ...
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... sound of sweetest melody . SHAKESPEARE . To gild refined gold , to paint the lily , To throw a pér | fume on the violet , To smooth the ice , or add another hue Unto the rainbow , or with taper - light To seek the beauteous eye of ...
... sound of sweetest melody . SHAKESPEARE . To gild refined gold , to paint the lily , To throw a pér | fume on the violet , To smooth the ice , or add another hue Unto the rainbow , or with taper - light To seek the beauteous eye of ...
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... sound , Óver sóme | wide - wá | tered shore , Swinging slów | with súll en róar . The first two lines of the passage just quoted are examples of iambic verses of four feet with an additional unaccented syllable , or , in other words ...
... sound , Óver sóme | wide - wá | tered shore , Swinging slów | with súll en róar . The first two lines of the passage just quoted are examples of iambic verses of four feet with an additional unaccented syllable , or , in other words ...
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... sound , Even rént the hóllow woods ] , and shook | the quéach y ground , Só that the trém bling nymphs , oppressed | through ghóst | ly féar , Rán mádding to the downs , with lóose | dishevelled háir . The sylvans that | about | the ...
... sound , Even rént the hóllow woods ] , and shook | the quéach y ground , Só that the trém bling nymphs , oppressed | through ghóst | ly féar , Rán mádding to the downs , with lóose | dishevelled háir . The sylvans that | about | the ...
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accented syllable Æneid áge áir alexandrine áll alliterative verse AMETHUS amphibrach amphimacer anapæstic verses bird blank verse BYRON cæsura Cóme couplet COWPER dactyl dactylic verses doth English poetry English poets English verse eyes Farewell five feet flowers following examples following passage foot composed four feet four-line stanza fourth gréen hath heart heaven heroic couplets heroic measure hexameters iambic verses iambuses Keats LONGFELLOW Lord LORD LYTTON mán melody metre MILTON mixed morning night nów o'er óft óver pæon passage taken pause Petrarch Piers the Ploughman poetry pyrrhic rhyme second foot SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY shore sigh Sirmio song sonnet soul sound specimen SPENSER spondee stanza stanza of iambic STRUCTURE OF ENGLISH sweet syllable followed tercet thee third foot third line thou three feet tribrach Trochaic verses trochee unto verses composed verses of five verses of four verses of seven verses of three vowel wander wind words written youth
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Page 101 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 141 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now...
Page 97 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 101 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
Page 136 - Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes...
Page 137 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 22 - O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th...
Page 107 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Page 95 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Page 34 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...