Forms of English PoetryAmerican Book Company, 1904 - 368 sidor |
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... played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise . It is worth noticing that the last syllable of the fifth line in the above stanzas is naturally trans- ferred to the beginning of the sixth line to keep up the anapestic ...
... played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise . It is worth noticing that the last syllable of the fifth line in the above stanzas is naturally trans- ferred to the beginning of the sixth line to keep up the anapestic ...
Sida 38
... plays and by his successors . A good example of this eleven - syllable blank verse , is the speech of Cardinal Wolsey in Henry VIII , beginning : - " Farewell , a long farewell to all my greatness , " in which more than half the lines ...
... plays and by his successors . A good example of this eleven - syllable blank verse , is the speech of Cardinal Wolsey in Henry VIII , beginning : - " Farewell , a long farewell to all my greatness , " in which more than half the lines ...
Sida 43
... ' th ' amount . I saw thy pulse's maddening play Wild send thee pleasure's devious way , Misled by fancy's meteor ray , By passion driven ; But yet the light that led astray Was light from THE FOOT , THE LINE , AND THE STANZA 43.
... ' th ' amount . I saw thy pulse's maddening play Wild send thee pleasure's devious way , Misled by fancy's meteor ray , By passion driven ; But yet the light that led astray Was light from THE FOOT , THE LINE , AND THE STANZA 43.
Sida 46
... play , Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway . SPENSER , Faerie Queene . He hath outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain , And that unrest which men miscall delight Can touch him not and torture ...
... play , Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway . SPENSER , Faerie Queene . He hath outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain , And that unrest which men miscall delight Can touch him not and torture ...
Sida 71
... oftimes knew , By actors played for meede But still so well ' twas hard to tell If ' twas not truth in deede . Dick Burbidge that most famous man , That actor without peere , With this same part his course began And kept it THE BALLAD 71.
... oftimes knew , By actors played for meede But still so well ' twas hard to tell If ' twas not truth in deede . Dick Burbidge that most famous man , That actor without peere , With this same part his course began And kept it THE BALLAD 71.
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Sida 269 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Sida 207 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Sida 207 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear...
Sida 206 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Sida 123 - 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 vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Sida 124 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest.
Sida 49 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Sida 261 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Sida 124 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Sida 118 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.