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... to be , & c . 65 , 32 , for 66 , 67 . For she had great | doubts ] : of his safety | read For she had great 16 , for eomth , read comth . 4 , for She read The . doubts | of his safety Page line 68 , 9 , for Sometimes s and.
... to be , & c . 65 , 32 , for 66 , 67 . For she had great | doubts ] : of his safety | read For she had great 16 , for eomth , read comth . 4 , for She read The . doubts | of his safety Page line 68 , 9 , for Sometimes s and.
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Edwin Guest. Page line 68 , 9 , for Sometimes s and t belong to different syllables , read Some- times the vowel was elided , in cases where , according to modern pronunciation , the s and t are given to different syllables . 69 , 33 ...
Edwin Guest. Page line 68 , 9 , for Sometimes s and t belong to different syllables , read Some- times the vowel was elided , in cases where , according to modern pronunciation , the s and t are given to different syllables . 69 , 33 ...
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... sometimes used with effect even by themselves . The clouds were fled , Driv'n by a keen north wind , that blowing dry Wrinkled the face of deluge . The threaden sails , Borne with th ' invisible and creeping wind , P. L. 10 . Draw the ...
... sometimes used with effect even by themselves . The clouds were fled , Driv'n by a keen north wind , that blowing dry Wrinkled the face of deluge . The threaden sails , Borne with th ' invisible and creeping wind , P. L. 10 . Draw the ...
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... sometimes used to express mere breadth and concavity . So high as heav'd the tumid hills , so low Down sunk a hollow bottom , broad and deep . Hell at last , P. L. 7 . Yawning received them whole , and on them clos'd . P. L. 7 . The ...
... sometimes used to express mere breadth and concavity . So high as heav'd the tumid hills , so low Down sunk a hollow bottom , broad and deep . Hell at last , P. L. 7 . Yawning received them whole , and on them clos'd . P. L. 7 . The ...
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... sometimes used with effect even by themselves . The clouds were fled , Driv'n by a keen north wind , that blowing dry Wrinkled the face of deluge . The threaden sails , Borne with th ' invisible and creeping wind , P. L. 10 . Draw the ...
... sometimes used with effect even by themselves . The clouds were fled , Driv'n by a keen north wind , that blowing dry Wrinkled the face of deluge . The threaden sails , Borne with th ' invisible and creeping wind , P. L. 10 . Draw the ...
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accented syllable adjective alliteration alliterative couplet Anglo-Saxon poems Anglo-Saxon verse Ben Jonson Bonduca Cadmon Cæd century Chau Chaucer common compound section Comus consonant Cynthia's Revels dialect dipthong dissyllable doth double dramatists Drayton elided elision English rhythms examples eyes final pause final rhime five accents Fletcher four accents gret hallig hath Higg Jons King King Iago Knightes Tale L'Allegro lable language Latin Layamon Lear letters Lord metre middle pause Milton Olaus Wormius old English old English alliterative orthography Ploughman poetry poets preposition Prol pronounced pronunciation Puttenham quantity rare rhiming syllables rule Sackville sectional pause seems sentence short vowel Shrew Siege of Leith six accents sometimes Song Spenser substantive thee ther thou three accents triple measure tumbling verse Tusser unaccented syllable verb Verses beginning verses of five wæs Wallace word writers
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Page 139 - 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 142 - 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 ! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly...
Page 148 - 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 95 - 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 254 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 15 - To his bold riot : Dreadful was 'the din Of hissing through the hall, thick swarming now With complicated monsters head and tail, Scorpion, and Asp, and Amphisbaenr dire, Cerastes horn'd, Hydrus, and Elops drear, And Dipsas...
Page 144 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 133 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support...
Page 131 - Though need make many poets, and some such As art and nature have not better'd much ; Yet ours for want hath not so loved the stage, As he dare serve the ill customs of the age, Or purchase your delight at such a rate, As, for it, he himself must justly hate...
Page 105 - Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken— The ice was all between. 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!