The Writing and Reading of VerseD. Appleton, 1918 - 327ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... poetry . The elements involved are the meanings and the connotations of words ; the accents and the movement of ... poetry , perplexed by prosodic wars , asserts with a fine air of distinction that he does not find any principles of ...
... poetry . The elements involved are the meanings and the connotations of words ; the accents and the movement of ... poetry , perplexed by prosodic wars , asserts with a fine air of distinction that he does not find any principles of ...
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Clarence Edward Andrews. necessary to an appreciation of poetry , but that he does know what he likes ! Now I wish I might claim that my book is superior to any of its predecessors in that it presents all the elements of poetry in their ...
Clarence Edward Andrews. necessary to an appreciation of poetry , but that he does know what he likes ! Now I wish I might claim that my book is superior to any of its predecessors in that it presents all the elements of poetry in their ...
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... poet commonly goes through three stages . First he finds that poetic rhythm seems to be an arrangement of words with an emphasis on every other syllable or every third syllable . He writes on this principle until someone tells him to ...
... poet commonly goes through three stages . First he finds that poetic rhythm seems to be an arrangement of words with an emphasis on every other syllable or every third syllable . He writes on this principle until someone tells him to ...
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... poetry . I wish to acknowledge special indebtedness to three previous studies in verse which , more than others , have helped me in forming my own point of view - Professor T. S. Omond's Study of Meter , Professor C. M. Lewis ' English ...
... poetry . I wish to acknowledge special indebtedness to three previous studies in verse which , more than others , have helped me in forming my own point of view - Professor T. S. Omond's Study of Meter , Professor C. M. Lewis ' English ...
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... poetic license . A third class of readers preserve a distinct feeling of rhythm in such lines , and yet give the words their usual accents . They read , And wasted for fónd love of his wild éyes . In the deaf air to the blind earth and ...
... poetic license . A third class of readers preserve a distinct feeling of rhythm in such lines , and yet give the words their usual accents . They read , And wasted for fónd love of his wild éyes . In the deaf air to the blind earth and ...
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128 ÆäÀÌÁö - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
305 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
98 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
100 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame: Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
88 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
279 ÆäÀÌÁö - Eske river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.