An Introduction to PoetryMacmillan, 1923 - 524 psl. |
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... melody and verse . Only Milton's " fit audience . . . though few " find pleasure in Paradise Lost , and Bee ... melodies and great poems are abundant , but the 21 THE SONG.
... melody and verse . Only Milton's " fit audience . . . though few " find pleasure in Paradise Lost , and Bee ... melodies and great poems are abundant , but the 21 THE SONG.
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Jay Broadus Hubbell, John Owen Beaty. Beautiful melodies and great poems are abundant , but the perfect blend of the ... melody gives the poem greater expressiveness ; and it does this by intensifying the emotion and adding a color and a ...
Jay Broadus Hubbell, John Owen Beaty. Beautiful melodies and great poems are abundant , but the perfect blend of the ... melody gives the poem greater expressiveness ; and it does this by intensifying the emotion and adding a color and a ...
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... melody for a poem like Shakespeare's " Hark , Hark , the Lark , " or a poet like Mrs. Howe writes words for a well - known melody , as she did in " The Battle Hymn of the Republic . " In every case , however , the poem and the air must ...
... melody for a poem like Shakespeare's " Hark , Hark , the Lark , " or a poet like Mrs. Howe writes words for a well - known melody , as she did in " The Battle Hymn of the Republic . " In every case , however , the poem and the air must ...
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... melody of which the Bohemian musician Dvorak used in his " New World Symphony . " SWING LOW , SWEET CHARIOT Swing low , sweet chariot , Comin ' for to carry me home . I looked over Jordan and what did I see , Comin ' for to carry me ...
... melody of which the Bohemian musician Dvorak used in his " New World Symphony . " SWING LOW , SWEET CHARIOT Swing low , sweet chariot , Comin ' for to carry me home . I looked over Jordan and what did I see , Comin ' for to carry me ...
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... melody or the words . The folk - song , although in many instances probably launched by an individual author , has ... melodies , the outlines of our musical form , and indirectly the art of harmony and cadences . ” follows that , as she ...
... melody or the words . The folk - song , although in many instances probably launched by an individual author , has ... melodies , the outlines of our musical form , and indirectly the art of harmony and cadences . ” follows that , as she ...
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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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