A Study of VersificationHoughton Mifflin, 1911 - 275 psl. |
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... never guilty . Indeed , the true artist cherishes tech- nic ; he is forever thinking about it and enlarging his knowledge of it . He delights in discussing its prob- lems ; and when he is moved to talk about his art , technic is ever ...
... never guilty . Indeed , the true artist cherishes tech- nic ; he is forever thinking about it and enlarging his knowledge of it . He delights in discussing its prob- lems ; and when he is moved to talk about his art , technic is ever ...
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... never to quit his work until he has made it as perfect as he can . This technical dexterity can be had for the asking ; - or , at least , it can be bought with a price . It is the reward of intense interest , of incessant curiosity , of ...
... never to quit his work until he has made it as perfect as he can . This technical dexterity can be had for the asking ; - or , at least , it can be bought with a price . It is the reward of intense interest , of incessant curiosity , of ...
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... never observed the gradation by which art is acquired , who see only what is the full result of long labor and application of an infinite number and in- finite variety of acts , are apt to conclude , from their entire inability to do ...
... never observed the gradation by which art is acquired , who see only what is the full result of long labor and application of an infinite number and in- finite variety of acts , are apt to conclude , from their entire inability to do ...
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... never the privilege of the critic to lay down arbitrary rules for any art ; it is his duty to examine what the great artists have given us , and to discover , if he can , the subtle means whereby they achieved their masterpieces . And ...
... never the privilege of the critic to lay down arbitrary rules for any art ; it is his duty to examine what the great artists have given us , and to discover , if he can , the subtle means whereby they achieved their masterpieces . And ...
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... an end , . . . they read thenceforward by the eye alone and hear never again the chime of fair words or the march of the stately syllable . " Even now , the real approach of poetry to the soul of man is through his ears RHYTHM.
... an end , . . . they read thenceforward by the eye alone and hear never again the chime of fair words or the march of the stately syllable . " Even now , the real approach of poetry to the soul of man is through his ears RHYTHM.
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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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