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Page 79
... seemed adorning this , In imitation of the fields of bliss ; Or as she would entice the souls of men To leave Elysium , and live here again . Not Hybla mountain in the jocund prime Upon her many bushes of sweet thyme Shows greater ...
... seemed adorning this , In imitation of the fields of bliss ; Or as she would entice the souls of men To leave Elysium , and live here again . Not Hybla mountain in the jocund prime Upon her many bushes of sweet thyme Shows greater ...
Page 80
... Seemed threatened , though unseen to mortal eye . Unused to fear , he summoned all his soul , And stood collected in himself , and whole ; Not long for soon a whirlwind rose around , And from afar he heard a screaming sound , As of a ...
... Seemed threatened , though unseen to mortal eye . Unused to fear , he summoned all his soul , And stood collected in himself , and whole ; Not long for soon a whirlwind rose around , And from afar he heard a screaming sound , As of a ...
Page 84
... Maro in his boundless mind A work to outlast immortal Rome designed , Perhaps he seemed above the critic's law , And but from nature's fountains scorned to draw : But when to examine every part he came , ] 84 ON THE STRUCTURE.
... Maro in his boundless mind A work to outlast immortal Rome designed , Perhaps he seemed above the critic's law , And but from nature's fountains scorned to draw : But when to examine every part he came , ] 84 ON THE STRUCTURE.
Page 118
... seemed it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow I with these did play . No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world , with ...
... seemed it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow I with these did play . No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world , with ...
Page 139
... seemed , so bold a challenge To the clear choristers of the woods , the birds , That , as they flocked about him , all stood silent , Wondering at what they heard . I wondered too . And so do I ; good ! on AMETHUS . MENAPHON . A ...
... seemed , so bold a challenge To the clear choristers of the woods , the birds , That , as they flocked about him , all stood silent , Wondering at what they heard . I wondered too . And so do I ; good ! on AMETHUS . MENAPHON . A ...
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accented syllable Æneid áge áir alexandrine áll alliterative verse AMETHUS amphibrach amphimacer anapæstic verses bird blank verse BYRON cæsura Cóme couplet COWPER dactyl dactylic verse death doth English poetry English poets English verse eyes Farewell five feet flowers following examples following passage foot composed four feet four-line stanza fourth gréen hath heart heaven heroic couplets heroic measure hexameters iambic verses iambuses Keats LONGFELLOW Lord LORD LYTTON mán melody metre MILTON mixed night o'er óft óver pæon passage taken pause Petrarch Piers the Ploughman poetry pyrrhic rhyme second foot SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY shore sigh Sirmio song sonnet soul sound specimen SPENSER spondee stanza stanza of iambic STRUCTURE OF ENGLISH sweet syllable followed tercet thee third foot third line thou three feet tribrach Trochaic verses trochee unaccented syllable unto verses composed verses of five verses of four verses of seven verses of three vowel wander wind words written youth
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Page 142 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Page 101 - 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.
Page 141 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now...
Page 97 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 161 - Story? God bless you! I have none to tell, sir: Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle.
Page 123 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The sonnet glittered, a gay myrtle leaf, Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glowworm lamp...
Page 22 - The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 142 - Unargued I obey; so God ordains, God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise.
Page 107 - Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay, and loud, Far in the downy cloud — Love gives it energy ; love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven ; thy love is on earth.
Page 144 - For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...