English Verse: Specimens Illustrating Its Principles and History, Svazek 10Raymond Macdonald Alden H. Holt, 1903 - Počet stran: 459 |
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Strana 4
... Sing , heavenly Muse , that , on the secret top 2 2 0 2 I O O 2 O I Of Horeb or of Sinai , didst inspire 0 2 OO O 2 о I 0 2 That shepherd , who first taught the chosen seed I 2 O O 2 2 O 2 O 2 In the beginning , how the heavens and ...
... Sing , heavenly Muse , that , on the secret top 2 2 0 2 I O O 2 O I Of Horeb or of Sinai , didst inspire 0 2 OO O 2 о I 0 2 That shepherd , who first taught the chosen seed I 2 O O 2 2 O 2 O 2 In the beginning , how the heavens and ...
Strana 26
... singing Lark , Be thou the clerk , And know thy when Το say Amen . ( HERRICK : To the Lark . 1648. › The raging rocks , And shivering shocks , Shall break the locks Of prison - gates ; And Phibbus ' car Shall shine from far , And make ...
... singing Lark , Be thou the clerk , And know thy when Το say Amen . ( HERRICK : To the Lark . 1648. › The raging rocks , And shivering shocks , Shall break the locks Of prison - gates ; And Phibbus ' car Shall shine from far , And make ...
Strana 34
... singing still dost soar , and soaring ever singest . ( SHELLEY : To a Skylark . 1820. ) Here lines 2 and 4 are catalectic . Three - stress anapestic . I am monarch of all I survey ; My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre ...
... singing still dost soar , and soaring ever singest . ( SHELLEY : To a Skylark . 1820. ) Here lines 2 and 4 are catalectic . Three - stress anapestic . I am monarch of all I survey ; My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre ...
Strana 37
... sings her blessings on you . ( SHAKSPERE : Juno's Song in The Tempest , IV . i . ab . 1610. ) ( Catalectic :) On a day , alack the day THE FOOT AND THE verse 37 Three-stress dactylic Four-stress iambic Four-stress trochaic.
... sings her blessings on you . ( SHAKSPERE : Juno's Song in The Tempest , IV . i . ab . 1610. ) ( Catalectic :) On a day , alack the day THE FOOT AND THE verse 37 Three-stress dactylic Four-stress iambic Four-stress trochaic.
Strana 40
... , Marched them along , fifty - score strong , Great - hearted gentlemen , singing this song . ( BROWNING : Cavalier Tunes . 1843. ) Here the metre is varied interestingly by pauses . Thus 40 ENGLISH VERSE Four-stress dactylic.
... , Marched them along , fifty - score strong , Great - hearted gentlemen , singing this song . ( BROWNING : Cavalier Tunes . 1843. ) Here the metre is varied interestingly by pauses . Thus 40 ENGLISH VERSE Four-stress dactylic.
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