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... lord ys , read lordys . 307 , 23 , after the word verse put a full stop in place of the semicolon , and then read Owing to the license , which certain of our poets allow themselves in the management of their pauses , there is danger ...
... lord ys , read lordys . 307 , 23 , after the word verse put a full stop in place of the semicolon , and then read Owing to the license , which certain of our poets allow themselves in the management of their pauses , there is danger ...
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... lord , I shall reply amazedly , Half sleep , half waking : but as yet | I swear I cannot truly say how I came here . M. N. D. 4. 1 . But home - bred broiles call back the conquering king , Warres thunder ' bout | the Britaine coasts ...
... lord , I shall reply amazedly , Half sleep , half waking : but as yet | I swear I cannot truly say how I came here . M. N. D. 4. 1 . But home - bred broiles call back the conquering king , Warres thunder ' bout | the Britaine coasts ...
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... Lord , that woll have no mercie . Beseeching him with prayer and with praise . : Chau . The Knightes Tale . Spenser . F. Q. I. 5. 41 . Hall . Satires 3. 6 . Nor crabbed oaths | : nor prayers make | him pause ] . She's coming up the ...
... Lord , that woll have no mercie . Beseeching him with prayer and with praise . : Chau . The Knightes Tale . Spenser . F. Q. I. 5. 41 . Hall . Satires 3. 6 . Nor crabbed oaths | : nor prayers make | him pause ] . She's coming up the ...
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... lords . P. L. 12 . The mouse may some time help : the lion | at neede ] , The lyttle bee once spilt the eagles breed . Dolman . M. for M. Hastings , 21 . Your several colours , Sir , Of the pale citron the green lion | the crow . B ...
... lords . P. L. 12 . The mouse may some time help : the lion | at neede ] , The lyttle bee once spilt the eagles breed . Dolman . M. for M. Hastings , 21 . Your several colours , Sir , Of the pale citron the green lion | the crow . B ...
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... H 6 , 5. 1 . Why Buckingham is the trai tor : Cade | surpris'd | ? 2 H 6 , 4. 8 . My Lord Cobham , With whom the Kentish men will willingly rise . : 3 ¬¯ 6 . This oath I willingly take | : and will perform 52 B. I. NASALS AND LIQUIDS .
... H 6 , 5. 1 . Why Buckingham is the trai tor : Cade | surpris'd | ? 2 H 6 , 4. 8 . My Lord Cobham , With whom the Kentish men will willingly rise . : 3 ¬¯ 6 . This oath I willingly take | : and will perform 52 B. I. NASALS AND LIQUIDS .
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accented syllable adjective alliteration alliterative couplet Anglo-Saxon poems Anglo-Saxon verse Bonduca Bruce Burns Cadmon C©¡d century Chau Chaucer common compound section Comus consonant couplet Cynthia's Revels dialects dipthong dissyllable doth doubt dramatists Drayton elided elision English rhythms eyes final rhime five accents Fletcher four accents gret hallig hath House of Fame Jons King Knightes Tale L'Allegro lable language Latin Layamon Lear letters Lord metre middle pause Milton occasionally Olaus Wormius old English orthography Othello Ploughman poetry poets preposition Prol pronounced pronunciation Puttenham quantity rare rhime rhiming syllables rule Sackville sectional pause short vowel Shrew Siege of Leith six accents sometimes Song sound Spenser substantive thee ther thou three accents triple measure tumbling verse Tusser unaccented syllable verb verse of four verse of six Verses beginning verses of five w©¡s Wallace word writers
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156 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry, On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul ; And dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels joined the sound : Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round a holy calm diffusing, . Love of peace and lonely musing, — In hollow murmurs died away.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - To his bold riot : dreadful was the din Of hissing through the hall, thick -swarming now With complicated monsters...
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing ! The meaning, not the name, I call ; for thou Nor of the Muses nine, nor on the top Of old Olympus dwell'st ; but...
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - WARRIORS and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart!
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.