The Poetry of the FutureJ.B. Alden, 1888 - Всего страниц: 182 |
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... scanning , engrafting upon our elastic and accent - mov- ing tongue the artificialities of the metres that belong to the quantity - measured classics . We propose to do the reverse of this . dismiss , at the outset , as unnecessary for ...
... scanning , engrafting upon our elastic and accent - mov- ing tongue the artificialities of the metres that belong to the quantity - measured classics . We propose to do the reverse of this . dismiss , at the outset , as unnecessary for ...
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... scanned separate , though they hardly anywhere venture to state the assumption . That the objection is frivolous will ... scanning is thus : " " Tis the last | rose of sum | mer Left blooming alone ; | All her lovely companions Are faded ...
... scanned separate , though they hardly anywhere venture to state the assumption . That the objection is frivolous will ... scanning is thus : " " Tis the last | rose of sum | mer Left blooming alone ; | All her lovely companions Are faded ...
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... scanning . It is the opening lines of Byron's Bride of Abydos . Our scanning is thus : " Know ye the land where the cy | press and myrtle , Are emblems of deeds that are done | in their clime , Where the rage of the vulture , the love ...
... scanning . It is the opening lines of Byron's Bride of Abydos . Our scanning is thus : " Know ye the land where the cy | press and myrtle , Are emblems of deeds that are done | in their clime , Where the rage of the vulture , the love ...
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... scanning . Edgar Poe has gone over this point very successfully , and there is no need of our repeating his proofs . Miss Proctor's familiar lines are scanned thus : " One by one | the sands | are flow- ing , One by one the moments fall ...
... scanning . Edgar Poe has gone over this point very successfully , and there is no need of our repeating his proofs . Miss Proctor's familiar lines are scanned thus : " One by one | the sands | are flow- ing , One by one the moments fall ...
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... short a poem as this . We give the correct scanning : " Vital spark | of heaven | ly flame , | Quit , O quit this mor | tal frame ; | Trembling , hop | ing , ling | ering , fly | ing , O , the pain , the bliss of dying . 64 The Trochee .
... short a poem as this . We give the correct scanning : " Vital spark | of heaven | ly flame , | Quit , O quit this mor | tal frame ; | Trembling , hop | ing , ling | ering , fly | ing , O , the pain , the bliss of dying . 64 The Trochee .
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absurd accent alliteration anapestic rhythm beauty bold youth cæsura called catalectic Christopher Pearse Cranch clime couplet critic dactylic hexameters dimeter division double rhymes dream Edgar Poe English equal example feet foot four fourth pæon give variety Greek heart Heaven Hot cross buns hypermeter iambic rhythm iambs iambus idea illustrate Know ye legitimate length less Longfellow's lyric mark matter meaning measure melody merely metre and stanza mind monarchy of God mone Murray's nature ning nonsense o'er object octameter onomatopoetic passage pause Poe's poem poet poet's poetical poetry prose prosodists prosody punctuation pyrrhic reader reason rhythmical language scanning seems sense singing smile sorrow spiritual strong syllables terminal rhyme tetrameter thee thing thought tion tribrach trimeter trochaic trochee true ture uniform utterance verse vulture wait Walt Whitman weak syllable words write written ye the land
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Стр. 118 - And thinking of the days that are no more. "Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld; Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 137 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; — Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing,...
Стр. 137 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" For the soul is dead that slumbers. And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Стр. 102 - All sly slow things, with circumspective eyes: Men in their loose unguarded hours they take, Not that themselves are wise, but others weak. But grant that those can conquer, these can...
Стр. 133 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.
Стр. 142 - Oh to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Стр. 133 - And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences ; The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Стр. 137 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Стр. 119 - Ah,. sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Стр. 127 - You'd scarce expect one of my age, To speak in public on the stage ; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by.