English MetresCornell Co-operative Society, 1922 - 61 páginas English Metres by William Strunk, first published in 1922, is a rare manuscript, the original residing in one of the great libraries of the world. This book is a reproduction of that original, which has been scanned and cleaned by state-of-the-art publishing tools for better readability and enhanced appreciation. Restoration Editors' mission is to bring long out of print manuscripts back to life. Some smudges, annotations or unclear text may still exist, due to permanent damage to the original work. We believe the literary significance of the text justifies offering this reproduction, allowing a new generation to appreciate it. |
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Términos y frases comunes
abba anacrusis Anapestic trimeter Basic Feet basic foot basic rhythm blank verse Browning Byron caesura called catalectic century CHAPTER Chaucer composed continuous metre Dactylic Dactylic Hexameter described double feminine ending double iamb double trochee Elizabethan end-stopped English Verse example falling rhythms Faustus feminine ending four-syllabled free verse freely group of syllables heroic couplet hexameter iambic pentameter Iambic Tetrameter Iambic trimeter illustrate imitative initial unstressed syllable Keats line-division lines in rising marked meadows metrical pattern Metrists Milton musical number of feet number of syllables occasional occurs octave ottava rima Paradise Lost passage pause determined Penseroso poem poetry poets quadrisyllabic feet quatrains quoted reader regarded rising rhythm run-on sense sentence sestet Shakespeare Shelley single sonnet sound speech spondee stanza stress substituted sweet Tamburlaine Tennyson thou three syllables trisyllabic rhymes Trochaic tetrameter unrhymed verse variation varied vowels and consonants weak endings Wordsworth writer written
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Página 29 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
Página 39 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Página 37 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 17 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Página 56 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Página 39 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul ! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!
Página 57 - When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain...
Página 45 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Página 56 - Bring me my Bow of burning gold : Bring me my Arrows of desire : Bring me my Spear : O clouds unfold ! Bring me my Chariot of fire. I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant Land.
Página 41 - The God that made both sky, air, earth, and heaven Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe, And starry pole. Thou also madest the night, Maker Omnipotent, and thou the day...