English Verse: Specimens Illustrating Its Principles and History, Svazek 10Raymond Macdonald Alden H. Holt, 1903 - Počet stran: 459 |
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Strana 20
... short , alas ! ) The omitted syllable following the medial pause is closely parallel to that at the beginning of the verse . Stay ! The king hath thrown his warder down . Λ ( Richard II , I. iii . 118. ) Kneel thou down , Philip . Λ But ...
... short , alas ! ) The omitted syllable following the medial pause is closely parallel to that at the beginning of the verse . Stay ! The king hath thrown his warder down . Λ ( Richard II , I. iii . 118. ) Kneel thou down , Philip . Λ But ...
Strana 23
... and arrangements of time - intervals . The four stresses characteristic of the rhythm can be accounted for in such short lines as the second and tenth , properly read . II . THE FOOT AND THE VERSE English verse is ACCENT AND TIME 23.
... and arrangements of time - intervals . The four stresses characteristic of the rhythm can be accounted for in such short lines as the second and tenth , properly read . II . THE FOOT AND THE VERSE English verse is ACCENT AND TIME 23.
Strana 24
... short syllables . The dif- ferent significance of the terms as applied to the verse of different lan- guages has given rise to some confusion , and it is proposed by some to abandon the classical terms ; their use , however , seems to ...
... short syllables . The dif- ferent significance of the terms as applied to the verse of different lan- guages has given rise to some confusion , and it is proposed by some to abandon the classical terms ; their use , however , seems to ...
Strana 40
... short two - stress lines . Warriors and chiefs ! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord , Heed not the corse , though a king's , in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! ( BYRON Song of ...
... short two - stress lines . Warriors and chiefs ! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord , Heed not the corse , though a king's , in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath ! ( BYRON Song of ...
Strana 47
... short lines : " Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter . Would you know how first he saw her ? She was cutting bread and butter . " Eight - stress anapestic . Ere frost - flower and THE FOOT AND THE VERSE 47.
... short lines : " Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter . Would you know how first he saw her ? She was cutting bread and butter . " Eight - stress anapestic . Ere frost - flower and THE FOOT AND THE VERSE 47.
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Strana 274 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ; For, those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures...
Strana 105 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Strana 312 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Strana 244 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Strana 222 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back...
Strana 66 - O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead. Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing...
Strana 280 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Strana 193 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst : For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit, Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay And o'cr-informed the tenement of clay.
Strana 139 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes...
Strana 50 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...