The Writing and Reading of VerseD. Appleton, 1918 - 327 psl. |
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... as : Upon my réd robe , strange in the twilight ( Morris : Arthur's Tomb . ) Now só it chanced upon a Máy Morning ( Morris : Proud King . ) Stoop through the spray of some sweet life - fountain 16 THE WRITING AND READING OF VERSE.
... as : Upon my réd robe , strange in the twilight ( Morris : Arthur's Tomb . ) Now só it chanced upon a Máy Morning ( Morris : Proud King . ) Stoop through the spray of some sweet life - fountain 16 THE WRITING AND READING OF VERSE.
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Clarence Edward Andrews. Stoop through the spray of some sweet life - fountain . " ( Rossetti : House of Life . ) Such a wrenching of accents , which has usually been avoided by the best poets , apparently gave a quaint pleasure to ...
Clarence Edward Andrews. Stoop through the spray of some sweet life - fountain . " ( Rossetti : House of Life . ) Such a wrenching of accents , which has usually been avoided by the best poets , apparently gave a quaint pleasure to ...
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... sweet as a column of incense , where Eurydice roamed and sung , and occasionally varied by a line like the following , with a pause after fleet , or fawn , or fern , or even no cesura at all : Fair and fleet as a fawn that shakes the ...
... sweet as a column of incense , where Eurydice roamed and sung , and occasionally varied by a line like the following , with a pause after fleet , or fawn , or fern , or even no cesura at all : Fair and fleet as a fawn that shakes the ...
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... Sweet sallet herbs bee here , || and herbs of every kind : The ruddy grapes , the seemly fruits || bee here at hand to find . ( Tottle's Miscellany : Garden . ) In pentameter , the shifting of the position of the cesura from line to ...
... Sweet sallet herbs bee here , || and herbs of every kind : The ruddy grapes , the seemly fruits || bee here at hand to find . ( Tottle's Miscellany : Garden . ) In pentameter , the shifting of the position of the cesura from line to ...
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... sweet as the sky they smiled , and bade man welcome : a dim sweet hour Gleamed and whispered in wind and sea , and heaven was fair as a field in flower . Kipling is one of our greatest masters of rhythmic 11 For other examples see ...
... sweet as the sky they smiled , and bade man welcome : a dim sweet hour Gleamed and whispered in wind and sea , and heaven was fair as a field in flower . Kipling is one of our greatest masters of rhythmic 11 For other examples see ...
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alexandrine Alfred Noyes alliteration anapestic antistrophe ballade blank verse Browning century cesura Chapter consonants couplet dactylic dactylic movement dimeter direct attack dissyllabic divisions duple duple rhythm duple-triple rhythm effect emphasis English verse enjambment example extra accents eyes foot four free verse give heart heptameter heroic hexameter iambic movement iambic pentameter iambic-anapestic imitative irregular Keats light stresses line stanzas melody meter metrical Milton monotony night o'er occur octameter odes Paradise Lost passage pause pentameter phrasing Pindaric poem poetry poets Pope principle quatrains quoted reader refrain repetition rhythmical pattern rhythmical prose rime rime scheme Rossetti scansion sense Shelley sing Song sonnet sound stanza stanza form sweet Swinburne Swinburne's syllables Tennyson tetrameter thee themes thou thought tone-color trimeter triple rhythm trisyllabic feet trochaic trochaic movement tune unrimed unstressed syllable variation varied vers libre vowel wind words writing written
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128 psl. - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
305 psl. - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
82 psl. - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
98 psl. - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
161 psl. - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
139 psl. - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
234 psl. - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
100 psl. - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
56 psl. - REMEMBER now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them...
235 psl. - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.