Forms of English PoetryAmerican Book Company, 1904 - 368 páginas |
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... bold . In weeds of peace high triumphs hold . The verse of our day is not marked by this free and varied music . Many passages of Shakespeare could be cited where he passes from grave to gay THE FOOT , THE LINE , AND THE STANZA 37.
... bold . In weeds of peace high triumphs hold . The verse of our day is not marked by this free and varied music . Many passages of Shakespeare could be cited where he passes from grave to gay THE FOOT , THE LINE , AND THE STANZA 37.
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Charles Frederick Johnson. could be cited where he passes from grave to gay " with the same spontaneity and imparts to his words the same indefinable charm . We see the lines can be indefinitely varied in structure and melodic effect ...
Charles Frederick Johnson. could be cited where he passes from grave to gay " with the same spontaneity and imparts to his words the same indefinable charm . We see the lines can be indefinitely varied in structure and melodic effect ...
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... passing every wight So aungellyk , was her natyf beautee , That lyk a thing inmortal semed she , As doth an hevenish parfit creature That doun were sent in scorning of nature . Tasso used the " ottava rima " in Jerusalem Delivered , and ...
... passing every wight So aungellyk , was her natyf beautee , That lyk a thing inmortal semed she , As doth an hevenish parfit creature That doun were sent in scorning of nature . Tasso used the " ottava rima " in Jerusalem Delivered , and ...
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... Pass into nothingness , but still will keep A bower quiet for us and a sleep Full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing ; Therefore on every morrow are we wreathing FORMS OF ENG . POETRY — 4 A flowery band to bind us to the ...
... Pass into nothingness , but still will keep A bower quiet for us and a sleep Full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing ; Therefore on every morrow are we wreathing FORMS OF ENG . POETRY — 4 A flowery band to bind us to the ...
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... passes from fancy to fancy without de- sign or effort . Shelley writes : - Upon the table More knacks and quips there be than I am able To catalogize in this verse of mine , A pretty bowl of wood not full of wine But quicksilver ; that ...
... passes from fancy to fancy without de- sign or effort . Shelley writes : - Upon the table More knacks and quips there be than I am able To catalogize in this verse of mine , A pretty bowl of wood not full of wine But quicksilver ; that ...
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accents Adonais amphibrach anapest antistrophe artistic ballad Battle of Maldon beauty blank verse century chant royal character Chaucer Coleridge couplet Cymbeline dead death dirge doth embodied emotion English epic expression fair feeling flower FORMS OF ENG give grief hath heart heaven heroic age hither human iambic Iliad irregular Italian Judas Iscariot Keats King lady lament language light lines literary literature Lycidas lyric manner melody meter metrical Milton mind modern musical nature never night o'er octave phrase Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetic poetry popular race rhymes romantic Sadko says sense sentiment sestina sextette Shakespeare Shelley sing society verse song sonnet soul of Judas sound spirit stanzas strophe Svyatogor sweet syllables Tennyson terminal thee things thou thought tion tone trochee Troilus and Criseyde true Twas the soul vers de société vowel wind words Wordsworth writer written wrote
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Página 269 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 207 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 207 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear...
Página 206 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Página 123 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 124 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
Página 49 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Página 261 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Página 124 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Página 118 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.