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... thou heedless boy . Comus . Childe Harold , 1 . All unawares Fluttering his pinions vain , plumb down he dropt Ten thousand fathom deep Par . Lost , 2 . The pilgrim oft At dead of night , mid his orisons , hears Aghast the voice of time ...
... thou heedless boy . Comus . Childe Harold , 1 . All unawares Fluttering his pinions vain , plumb down he dropt Ten thousand fathom deep Par . Lost , 2 . The pilgrim oft At dead of night , mid his orisons , hears Aghast the voice of time ...
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... thou heedless boy . Comus . Childe Harold , 1 . All unawares Fluttering his pinions vain , plumb down he dropt Ten thousand fathom deep Par . Lost , 2 . The pilgrim oft At dead of night , mid his orisons , hears Aghast the voice of time ...
... thou heedless boy . Comus . Childe Harold , 1 . All unawares Fluttering his pinions vain , plumb down he dropt Ten thousand fathom deep Par . Lost , 2 . The pilgrim oft At dead of night , mid his orisons , hears Aghast the voice of time ...
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... thou spekest , sire , I aloue thee As to my dome , ther is non that is here In eloquence that shall be thy pere . Chau . The Frankeleines Prol . Such of these endings as survived till the sixteenth cen- tury changed the e for y , and ...
... thou spekest , sire , I aloue thee As to my dome , ther is non that is here In eloquence that shall be thy pere . Chau . The Frankeleines Prol . Such of these endings as survived till the sixteenth cen- tury changed the e for y , and ...
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... thou spekest , sire , I aloue thee As to my dome , ther is non that is here In eloquence that shall be thy pere . Chau . The Frankeleines Prol . Such of these endings as survived till the sixteenth cen- tury changed the e for y , and ...
... thou spekest , sire , I aloue thee As to my dome , ther is non that is here In eloquence that shall be thy pere . Chau . The Frankeleines Prol . Such of these endings as survived till the sixteenth cen- tury changed the e for y , and ...
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... thou then suggest to me distrust , P. L. 5 . Knowing who I am | : as I know who | thou art ? P. R. 1 . | P. L. 1 . The fellows of his crime | the followers rather . THE SYLLABLES i ' , e ' , u ' . When the long i is followed by a short ...
... thou then suggest to me distrust , P. L. 5 . Knowing who I am | : as I know who | thou art ? P. R. 1 . | P. L. 1 . The fellows of his crime | the followers rather . THE SYLLABLES i ' , e ' , u ' . When the long i is followed by a short ...
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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...
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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!