The Writing and Reading of VerseD. Appleton, 1918 - 327 psl. |
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... repetition of certain fixed sound rela- tions , time being the basis , just as in dancing or music . . " ( Gum mere : Poetics , p . 136. ) 2 Of course some readers may prefer : · 3 And breathe short of wind wind ed ac · cents d of new ...
... repetition of certain fixed sound rela- tions , time being the basis , just as in dancing or music . . " ( Gum mere : Poetics , p . 136. ) 2 Of course some readers may prefer : · 3 And breathe short of wind wind ed ac · cents d of new ...
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... repetition of words , the use of refrain lines or refrain stanzas ; the less obvious ornaments of allit- eration , assonance , onomatopoeia ; and the extremely sub- tle effects of vowel and consonantal sequence . The use of rime and ...
... repetition of words , the use of refrain lines or refrain stanzas ; the less obvious ornaments of allit- eration , assonance , onomatopoeia ; and the extremely sub- tle effects of vowel and consonantal sequence . The use of rime and ...
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... repetition is used in modern verse chiefly in imitations of the archaic ballad manner , in such poems as The Ancient Mariner and Christabel . The repetition of single words , however , has been very widely used by numer- ous poets as a ...
... repetition is used in modern verse chiefly in imitations of the archaic ballad manner , in such poems as The Ancient Mariner and Christabel . The repetition of single words , however , has been very widely used by numer- ous poets as a ...
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... repetitions : Laurel is green for a season , and love is sweet for a day ; But love grows bitter with reason , and laurel outlives not May . ( Hymn to Proserpine . ) Not a breath shall there sweeten the seasons hereafter Of the flowers ...
... repetitions : Laurel is green for a season , and love is sweet for a day ; But love grows bitter with reason , and laurel outlives not May . ( Hymn to Proserpine . ) Not a breath shall there sweeten the seasons hereafter Of the flowers ...
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... repetition of the thought . And the principle is further carried out by refrain lines and lines with repeated phrases . Poe's use of repetition is distinctive , so distinctive , in fact , that an imitation of it suggests parody . In ...
... repetition of the thought . And the principle is further carried out by refrain lines and lines with repeated phrases . Poe's use of repetition is distinctive , so distinctive , in fact , that an imitation of it suggests parody . In ...
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