The Writing and Reading of VerseD. Appleton, 1923 - 327 psl. |
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... never occurs with perfect evenness . It is clear that many of the words which demand at least a slight extra accent in the passage of quadruple rhythm would be given a full stress and mark a time division in a context of some other ...
... never occurs with perfect evenness . It is clear that many of the words which demand at least a slight extra accent in the passage of quadruple rhythm would be given a full stress and mark a time division in a context of some other ...
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... never dwell , || hope never comes || That comes to all , || but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , || fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsumed . || ( Milton : Paradise Lost , I , 62 ff . ) Making the phrases run ...
... never dwell , || hope never comes || That comes to all , || but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , || fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsumed . || ( Milton : Paradise Lost , I , 62 ff . ) Making the phrases run ...
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... never dwell - iambic phrasing ever - burning - trochaic phrasing by the shadowy stream — anapestic phrasing glorious cataract dactylic phrasing / Besides these , we may recognize the amphibrach ( a handful ) , but this type of phrase ...
... never dwell - iambic phrasing ever - burning - trochaic phrasing by the shadowy stream — anapestic phrasing glorious cataract dactylic phrasing / Besides these , we may recognize the amphibrach ( a handful ) , but this type of phrase ...
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... never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance , The depth and passion of its earnest glance . ... Sometimes the useful functions of rime - its use in the architectonics of a poem - are subordinate to the desire for musical ...
... never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance , The depth and passion of its earnest glance . ... Sometimes the useful functions of rime - its use in the architectonics of a poem - are subordinate to the desire for musical ...
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... never satisfied . Another principle is that the same rime can hardly be used for more than four lines in succession without a comic effect . Christina Rossetti , however , in her Passing Away , has written twenty - six lines on a ...
... never satisfied . Another principle is that the same rime can hardly be used for more than four lines in succession without a comic effect . Christina Rossetti , however , in her Passing Away , has written twenty - six lines on a ...
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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 heptameter heroic hexameter iambic movement iambic pentameter iambic-anapestic imitative Keats light stresses line stanzas melody meter metrical metrist Milton monotony night o'er occur octameter odes Paradise Lost passage pause pentameter phrasing Pindaric poem poetry poets Pope quatrains quoted reader refrain repetition rhythmical pattern rhythmical prose rime scheme Rossetti scansion sense Shelley Song sonnet sound stanza stanza form sweet Swinburne Swinburne's syllables Tennyson tetrameter thee 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 X X X X X
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