The Writing and Reading of VerseD. Appleton, 1918 - 327 psl. |
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... thee , That for ages of | agony hast en- | dured , and slept , 10 And wouldst not see . A possible reading of a line in the third stanza of Dryden's Song for St. Cecilia's Day employs a foot of even six syllables . This , however , is a ...
... thee , That for ages of | agony hast en- | dured , and slept , 10 And wouldst not see . A possible reading of a line in the third stanza of Dryden's Song for St. Cecilia's Day employs a foot of even six syllables . This , however , is a ...
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... thee yet in form as palpable As This which now I draw . Thou marshallst me the way That I was going . ( Macbeth , II . ) This breaking the metrical pattern with a short line is rarely found except in dramatic verse . The introduction of ...
... thee yet in form as palpable As This which now I draw . Thou marshallst me the way That I was going . ( Macbeth , II . ) This breaking the metrical pattern with a short line is rarely found except in dramatic verse . The introduction of ...
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... thee in the image of God . ( Paradise Lost , VII , 527. ) You do look , my son , in a moved sort . ( The Tempest . ) When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk . By the waters of life where'er they sat . ( Coriolanus . ) ( Paradise ...
... thee in the image of God . ( Paradise Lost , VII , 527. ) You do look , my son , in a moved sort . ( The Tempest . ) When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk . By the waters of life where'er they sat . ( Coriolanus . ) ( Paradise ...
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... thee from the snare of the fowler , and from the noisome pestilence . 4. He shall cover thee with his feathers , and under his wings shalt thou trust ; his truth shall be thy shield and buckler . 5. Thou shalt not be afraid for the ...
... thee from the snare of the fowler , and from the noisome pestilence . 4. He shall cover thee with his feathers , and under his wings shalt thou trust ; his truth shall be thy shield and buckler . 5. Thou shalt not be afraid for the ...
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... thee , neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling . 11. For he shall give his angels charge over thee , to keep thee in all thy ways . 12. They shall bear thee up in their hands , lest thou dash thy foot against a stone . 13. Thou ...
... thee , neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling . 11. For he shall give his angels charge over thee , to keep thee in all thy ways . 12. They shall bear thee up in their hands , lest thou dash thy foot against a stone . 13. Thou ...
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