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... couplet which opens the poem , Whanne that April with his shoures sote - The drought of March had perced to the rote there is little doubt that rote is a dissyllable , for it rhymes with sote , which seems clearly to be the plural ...
... couplet which opens the poem , Whanne that April with his shoures sote - The drought of March had perced to the rote there is little doubt that rote is a dissyllable , for it rhymes with sote , which seems clearly to be the plural ...
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... couplets , as in the following , we have the same verb both a monosyllable and a dissyllable , For in this world | And he loved him : he loved no | man so , as tenderly | again ] . Chau . The Knightes Tale . Good milch - cow and pasture ...
... couplets , as in the following , we have the same verb both a monosyllable and a dissyllable , For in this world | And he loved him : he loved no | man so , as tenderly | again ] . Chau . The Knightes Tale . Good milch - cow and pasture ...
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... couplet , Getim brede Temple Gode . He built To God a temple . because the first verse has but one accent ; and supposes that heah , or some such word , may have been omitted by the transcriber . The verse , however , has two accents ...
... couplet , Getim brede Temple Gode . He built To God a temple . because the first verse has but one accent ; and supposes that heah , or some such word , may have been omitted by the transcriber . The verse , however , has two accents ...
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... couplet , Ne was she darke , ne browne , but bright And clere as is the mone light | . : Romaunt of the Rose . would be read , as if mone light were a dissyllable ; and as the metre required two accents in the compound , they would ...
... couplet , Ne was she darke , ne browne , but bright And clere as is the mone light | . : Romaunt of the Rose . would be read , as if mone light were a dissyllable ; and as the metre required two accents in the compound , they would ...
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... couplet in which he de- nounces the critics ; Against the poets : their own arms | they turn'd ] , Sure to hate most the men from whom they learn'd . Essay on Criticism . Another law of English accentuation is , that the per- sonal and ...
... couplet in which he de- nounces the critics ; Against the poets : their own arms | they turn'd ] , Sure to hate most the men from whom they learn'd . Essay on Criticism . Another law of English accentuation is , that the per- sonal and ...
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accented syllable adjective alliteration alliterative couplet Anglo-Saxon poems Anglo-Saxon verse Bonduca Bruce Burns Cadmon Cæd 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 wæs Wallace word writers
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Page 156 - 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.
Page 125 - 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!
Page 167 - 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.
Page 198 - 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.
Page 115 - 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.
Page 15 - To his bold riot : dreadful was the din Of hissing through the hall, thick -swarming now With complicated monsters...
Page 233 - 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...
Page 16 - 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.
Page 170 - 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!
Page 245 - 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.