A Handbook of Poetics for Students of English VerseGinn, 1886 - 250 páginas |
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accented syllables action Alexandrine allegory alliteration anapestic Anglo-Saxon ballad beautiful beginning-rime Beowulf blank verse Byron Cæsar cæsura called Century character Chaucer chorus combined comedy common dactylic drama early end-rime English verse epic epic poetry example famous folk-song French Germanic Greek half-verse Hamlet harmony heavy syllables hero hexameter hovering accent human hymn iambic imitated Julius Cæsar Keats King later Latin Layamon legend license light syllables lines literature Lost Love's Labour's Lost Lycidas lyric poetry measure metaphor metre metrical scheme Milton modern moral narrative nature pause personification play poem poet poetical Pope's popular prose quantity regular rhythm rhythmic rime rule says Septenary Shak Shakespeare Shakspere Shakspere's simile simply sing slurring song sonnet sort sounds speech stanza story stress style Tennyson thee thing thou tion tone tragedy trochaic trope unaccented syllables Vers de Société verse-accent vowel word-accent words
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Página 131 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit...
Página 239 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing...
Página 130 - After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds ; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without...
Página 200 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 48 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 251 - An obvious merit of this edition is that each volume has two sets of notes ; one mainly devoted to explaining the text, and placed at the foot of the page ; the other mostly occupied with matters of textual comment and criticism, and printed at the end of each play. The edition is thus admirably suited to the uses both of the general reader and of the special student.
Página 210 - Argus' eyes by Hermes' wand opprest, Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest ; Thus at her felt approach, and secret might, Art after Art goes out, and all is night. See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of casuistry heap'd o'er her head ! Philosophy, that lean'd on heaven before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.
Página 115 - What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Página 203 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
Página 112 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.