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... songs and his love - songs into a rude but em- phatic rhythm . The wail of the tribe over its dead is rhythmic ; and so is the crooning of the mother over her babe in the cradle by her side . The chant of tri- umph has its rise and fall ...
... songs and his love - songs into a rude but em- phatic rhythm . The wail of the tribe over its dead is rhythmic ; and so is the crooning of the mother over her babe in the cradle by her side . The chant of tri- umph has its rise and fall ...
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... song of De- borah and Barak : " Awake , awake , Deborah ! Awake , awake , utter a song ! Arise , Barak , and lead thy captivity captive , thou son of Abinoam ! " This rhythmic utterance in moments of poignant emotion is spontaneous even ...
... song of De- borah and Barak : " Awake , awake , Deborah ! Awake , awake , utter a song ! Arise , Barak , and lead thy captivity captive , thou son of Abinoam ! " This rhythmic utterance in moments of poignant emotion is spontaneous even ...
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... song of sixpence . One line of this , Now was n't that a dainty dish to set before the King ? makes it plain that we have here an iambic heptameter ~ -1 ~ -1 ~ | ~ -1 ~ -1 ~ -1 ~ - And yet at the end of the little ballad we are told ...
... song of sixpence . One line of this , Now was n't that a dainty dish to set before the King ? makes it plain that we have here an iambic heptameter ~ -1 ~ -1 ~ | ~ -1 ~ -1 ~ -1 ~ - And yet at the end of the little ballad we are told ...
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... song . On examination , these lines are seen to be dactylic tetrameter , but with a free dropping out of the shorter syllables , which are not missed , since their places are taken by equivalent pauses , the rhythm therefore flow- ing ...
... song . On examination , these lines are seen to be dactylic tetrameter , but with a free dropping out of the shorter syllables , which are not missed , since their places are taken by equivalent pauses , the rhythm therefore flow- ing ...
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... song until he has made it up in his head , chanting it to himself and fitting it to the tune that is running in his own ears . Scott , for example , often beat out his bold ballads while he was on horseback . Tennyson composed in the ...
... song until he has made it up in his head , chanting it to himself and fitting it to the tune that is running in his own ears . Scott , for example , often beat out his bold ballads while he was on horseback . Tennyson composed in the ...
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Page 92 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we — And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE : For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE...
Page 106 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 90 - AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Page 215 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms "We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely...
Page 230 - O F MAN'S first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, Heavenly Muse...
Page 213 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 105 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Page 195 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless and grand; His manners were gentle, complying and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 15 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Page 173 - I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.