An Introduction to PoetryMacmillan, 1923 - 524 psl. |
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... Beauty " ) , and a selection from " The Widow in the Bye Street " ; for Edgar Lee Masters's " Come , Republic , " " Alexander Throckmorton , " " George Gray , " and " John Hancock Otis " ; for Edwin Arlington Robinson's " The Master ...
... Beauty " ) , and a selection from " The Widow in the Bye Street " ; for Edgar Lee Masters's " Come , Republic , " " Alexander Throckmorton , " " George Gray , " and " John Hancock Otis " ; for Edwin Arlington Robinson's " The Master ...
xix psl.
... Beauty 70 Jonson , Ben : Hymn to Diana ( in part ) 71 Longfellow , Henry Wadsworth : Hiawatha ( in part ) Blake , William : The Tiger ( in part ) . 71 72 SEES A D 83 - *** 50 53 53 55 56 61 62 63 64 Scott , Sir Walter : Hunting Song ...
... Beauty 70 Jonson , Ben : Hymn to Diana ( in part ) 71 Longfellow , Henry Wadsworth : Hiawatha ( in part ) Blake , William : The Tiger ( in part ) . 71 72 SEES A D 83 - *** 50 53 53 55 56 61 62 63 64 Scott , Sir Walter : Hunting Song ...
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... Beauty's Bloom 395 Arnold , Matthew : Requiescat 395 Whittier , John Greenleaf : Telling the Bees Millay , Edna St. Vincent : Elegy Malone , Walter : Abraham Lincoln Whitman , Walt : O Captain ! my Captain ! Bryant , William Cullen ...
... Beauty's Bloom 395 Arnold , Matthew : Requiescat 395 Whittier , John Greenleaf : Telling the Bees Millay , Edna St. Vincent : Elegy Malone , Walter : Abraham Lincoln Whitman , Walt : O Captain ! my Captain ! Bryant , William Cullen ...
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... beauty of the world in which our bodies are , and that which builds the more mysterious kingdoms where geography ends and fairyland begins , with gods and heroes at war , and the sirens singing still , and Alph going down to the ...
... beauty of the world in which our bodies are , and that which builds the more mysterious kingdoms where geography ends and fairyland begins , with gods and heroes at war , and the sirens singing still , and Alph going down to the ...
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... beauty in your rhymes , Your morals in your living . " The poet's only moral duty , as a poet , " says Spingarn , " is to be true to his art , and to express his vision of reality as well as he can . " Another common error is to imagine ...
... beauty in your rhymes , Your morals in your living . " The poet's only moral duty , as a poet , " says Spingarn , " is to be true to his art , and to express his vision of reality as well as he can . " Another common error is to imagine ...
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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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