Orthometry: A Treatise on the Art of Versification and the Technicalities of Poetry, with a New and Complete Rhyming DictionaryG. P. Putnam's sons, 1893 - 376 páginas |
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... voice in uttering the accented ones occurring as regularly as the beats of the pulse or the ticks of a watch . The undulation of sound produced by this continuous flow of accents and non - accents is known as rhythm , and this it is ...
... voice in uttering the accented ones occurring as regularly as the beats of the pulse or the ticks of a watch . The undulation of sound produced by this continuous flow of accents and non - accents is known as rhythm , and this it is ...
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... voice upon a syllable in pronouncing it . Every word of more than one syllable has an accent invariably attached to one of its syllables which is called the tonic accent , and no word , however long , has more than one accent , e.g. ...
... voice upon a syllable in pronouncing it . Every word of more than one syllable has an accent invariably attached to one of its syllables which is called the tonic accent , and no word , however long , has more than one accent , e.g. ...
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... voice . Dryden . Byron . Shakspere seems to have used this measure mostly for rapid dialogue and retort , as in the Ghost - scene in Hamlet : - Ghost . To what I shall unfold . Hamlet . Speak , I am bound to hear . ( d ) . IAMBIC ...
... voice . Dryden . Byron . Shakspere seems to have used this measure mostly for rapid dialogue and retort , as in the Ghost - scene in Hamlet : - Ghost . To what I shall unfold . Hamlet . Speak , I am bound to hear . ( d ) . IAMBIC ...
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... voice unspoken ; By thy stop alone , Can its rest be broken , Child of ocean ? Again- Now the day is over , Night is drawing nigh ; Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky . Shelley . Baring Goulà . Fill the bumper fair ! Every drop ...
... voice unspoken ; By thy stop alone , Can its rest be broken , Child of ocean ? Again- Now the day is over , Night is drawing nigh ; Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky . Shelley . Baring Goulà . Fill the bumper fair ! Every drop ...
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... voice to me . When , as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing , The waves lie still and gleaming , And the lulled winds seem dreaming ! Byron . Happy the man , and happy he alone , He who can call to - day his own , He ...
... voice to me . When , as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing , The waves lie still and gleaming , And the lulled winds seem dreaming ! Byron . Happy the man , and happy he alone , He who can call to - day his own , He ...
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accented syllables Alexandrine Amphibrach anapestic arrangement Ballad beauty bells blank verse Browning Burns Byron called combination Comedy composition consonants couplet Dactylic dark doth dramatic dreams Dryden elision English poetry English verse examples eyes feet flowers foot Francis Mahony heart heaven HEPTAMETER heroic hexameter hiatus honour iambic iambic pentameter kind language licences light Longfellow Love's Labour's Lost lyric measure melody metre metrical Milton modern poets MONOMETER monosyllables muse night Normal line o'er Obsolete OCTAMETER open vowels Paradise Lost pause pentameter pleasure plurals of nouns poems poetic Pope preterites of verbs prose Pyrrhic quantity Queen rhymes rhythm rhythmic says sestet Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley short sigh sleep song sonnet soul sound specimens speech Spenser Spondee stanza sweet Tennyson tercet thee thou thought thunder tongue trochaic trochee unaccented syllables variety versification voice vowel wind words writers youth
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Página 293 - OF man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly Muse...
Página 278 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 209 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Página 232 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 201 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 47 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Página 96 - 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. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 209 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest...
Página 143 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Página 144 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.