A Study of VersificationHoughton Mifflin, 1911 - 275 psl. |
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... death - bed or the tomb of one of his characters . Here , for example , is the concluding paragraph of " Nicholas Nickleby " : " The grass was green above the dead boy's grave , trodden by feet so small and light RHYTHM 11.
... death - bed or the tomb of one of his characters . Here , for example , is the concluding paragraph of " Nicholas Nickleby " : " The grass was green above the dead boy's grave , trodden by feet so small and light RHYTHM 11.
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Brander Matthews. boy's grave , trodden by feet so small and light , that not a daisy drooped its head beneath their pressure . Through all the spring and summer - time garlands of fresh flowers , wreathed by infant hands , rested upon ...
Brander Matthews. boy's grave , trodden by feet so small and light , that not a daisy drooped its head beneath their pressure . Through all the spring and summer - time garlands of fresh flowers , wreathed by infant hands , rested upon ...
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... light wings of Zephyr , oppress'd with perfume , Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit , And the voice of the nightingale never is mute . The American poet - critic then asked ...
... light wings of Zephyr , oppress'd with perfume , Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit , And the voice of the nightingale never is mute . The American poet - critic then asked ...
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... The very tropes and figures depend upon this charm of movement , like flashes of light thrown back by the hurrying waves . Yet we are so afraid of singsong , and even more afraid of the pathetic and sentimental , that RHYTHM 29.
... The very tropes and figures depend upon this charm of movement , like flashes of light thrown back by the hurrying waves . Yet we are so afraid of singsong , and even more afraid of the pathetic and sentimental , that RHYTHM 29.
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... light can look in dark- ness and forgive . Yet in practice the poets have rarely chosen to em- ploy any line longer than the heptameter ; and the pentameter has been used more often than any other measure ; it is the meter of the heroic ...
... light can look in dark- ness and forgive . Yet in practice the poets have rarely chosen to em- ploy any line longer than the heptameter ; and the pentameter has been used more often than any other measure ; it is the meter of the heroic ...
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accepted alliteration anapestic artist asserted attention Austin Dobson ballade beauty blank verse breath Browning Browning's Byron's called charm chosen colliteration composed consonants critic dactylic declared delight double rimes Dryden effect employed English poetry English verse example feel final line fixed form foot four lines hearer heart heptameter heroic couplet hexameter iambic pentameter iambs iambus kiss language less long syllables Longfellow's Lowell lyric lyrist master mating melody meter metrical metrist Milton never nursery-rimes o'er once pair of rimes passage pause play poem poet poet's poetic license Pope prose quatrain refrain repetition rhythm rhythmic rime-scheme rondeau Rose Shakspere Shakspere's short syllable single rime sometimes song sonnet sound speech spondee stanza substitution sweet Swinburne technic Tennyson thee theme Théodore de Banville thou thought tion trimeter triolet trochaic trochee true tune unrimed versification villanelle vowel vowel-sound wind words write
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