A Handbook of Modern English MetreUniversity Press, 1903 - 160 sider |
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accent alliteration amphibrach anacrusis anap anapaestic anapaestic metres assonance beauty blank verse breathed Chapters on Metre cretic dactylic dark death disyllabic Dorian Dryden effect eight-foot ENGLISH METRE examples EXERCISES ON CHAPTER extra syllable eyes feet feminine ending five-foot iambic following lines foot four-foot anapaestic four-foot iambic glory Hamlet hath heart heaven hexameter hymn hypermetrical syllable I O O iamb iambic iambic line imitation initial truncation internal rhyme internal truncation irregular latter light long vowels Love's Labour's Lost marked Masson Matthew Arnold Maud metrists Milton monosyllable O O I o'er onomatopoeia passion pause poem poetry poets Pope pyrrhic refrain rhythm sestet Shakespeare Shelley Shelley's six-foot sleep slurring soft song sorrow sound spondaic spondee stanza stress substitution superfluous syllable sweet Swinburne Tennyson thee thou three-foot trisyllabic metre trochaic trochaic metre trochee two-foot unaccented syllables varying verse wind word
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Side 30 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Side 146 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Side 44 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Side 144 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 6 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 123 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Side 122 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Side 32 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Side 56 - Revenge with a swarthier alien crew, And away she sail'd with her loss and long'd for her own ; When a wind from the lands they had ruin'd awoke from sleep, And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shotshatter'd navy of Spain, And the little Revenge herself...
Side 78 - 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.