An Introduction to PoetryMacmillan, 1923 - 524 psl. |
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... Epitaph * 85588 8 *** 90 90 91 92 94 96 98 99 Kingsley , Charles : Young and Old 100 • Goldsmith , Oliver : When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly 101 Noyes , Alfred : Niobe 102 Keats , John : Ode on a Grecian Urn 105 Tennyson , Alfred : The ...
... Epitaph * 85588 8 *** 90 90 91 92 94 96 98 99 Kingsley , Charles : Young and Old 100 • Goldsmith , Oliver : When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly 101 Noyes , Alfred : Niobe 102 Keats , John : Ode on a Grecian Urn 105 Tennyson , Alfred : The ...
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... Epitaph Intended for Sir Isaac Newton 349 • Rochester , Earl of : Epitaph on Charles II Burns , Robert : Epitaph on John Dove Macaulay , Lord : A Jacobite's Epitaph • Tinker , Chauncey B .: Brussels Cross Inscription Tennyson , Alfred ...
... Epitaph Intended for Sir Isaac Newton 349 • Rochester , Earl of : Epitaph on Charles II Burns , Robert : Epitaph on John Dove Macaulay , Lord : A Jacobite's Epitaph • Tinker , Chauncey B .: Brussels Cross Inscription Tennyson , Alfred ...
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... epitaph of a brother worker , gave highest praise to self - control . The stanza of " A Bard's Epitaph , " found also in such well - known poems as " To a Mouse " and " To a Mountain Daisy , " has been given Burns's name . Note in this ...
... epitaph of a brother worker , gave highest praise to self - control . The stanza of " A Bard's Epitaph , " found also in such well - known poems as " To a Mouse " and " To a Mountain Daisy , " has been given Burns's name . Note in this ...
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... epitaphs Are writ in furrows . Beauty laughs While through the green ways wandering Beside her love , slow gathering White , starry - hearted May - time blooms Above your lowly leveled tombs ; And then below the spotted sky She stops ...
... epitaphs Are writ in furrows . Beauty laughs While through the green ways wandering Beside her love , slow gathering White , starry - hearted May - time blooms Above your lowly leveled tombs ; And then below the spotted sky She stops ...
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... epitaph , intended for the poet himself , is inferior to the remainder of the poem and detracts somewhat from its unity of tone . Provoke , in the eleventh stanza , is used in the Latin sense of call forth . In the second stanza ...
... epitaph , intended for the poet himself , is inferior to the remainder of the poem and detracts somewhat from its unity of tone . Provoke , in the eleventh stanza , is used in the Latin sense of call forth . In the second stanza ...
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Alfred Noyes American poets Amy Lowell anapestic beauty blank verse breath Browning Burns Byron called contemporary couplet dactylic Danny Deever dark dead death Dobson doth dream earth Edgar Lee Masters Edwin Arlington Robinson Elegy England English poetry eyes fair feet flowers following poem free verse glory Gray hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hills Hymn iambic iambic pentameter John John Masefield Keats King Kipling lady land light verse lines Longfellow Lord lyric Maryland Masefield melody meter Milton never night o'er poet poet's poetic prose quatrain quote rhyme rhythm rime Ring Robert romantic rose Shakespeare sing sleep song sonnet soul sound stanza stars sweet syllables tell Tennyson thee thine things thou thought trees trochaic vers de société Whitman wild William William Wordsworth wind words Wordsworth write written wrote
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