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16th century accented syllable adjective alliteration alliterative couplet Anglo-Saxon poems Anglo-Saxon verse Bonduca Bruce Caedmon century Chau Chaucer common compound section Comus consonant couplet Cynthia's Revels dialects diphthong dissyllable doth dramatists Drayton elided elision English rhythms eyes final rhime five accents Fletcher four accents gret hath House of Fame Jons King Knightes Tale lable language last syllable Latin Layamon Lear letters Lord M.for metre middle pause Milton never occasionally Olaus Wormius old English orthography Ploughman poetry poets preposition Prol pronounced pronunciation Puttenham quantity rare rhiming syllables rule Sackville Samson Agon sectional pause short vowel Shrew six accents sometimes Song sound Spenser substantive thee ther thou three accents triple measure triple metre tumbling verse Tusser unaccented syllable verb verse of four verse of six Verses beginning verses of five waes Wallace word writers
Seite 78 - Both turned, and under open sky adored The God that made both sky, air, earth, and heaven, Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe, And starry pole...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 124 - As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Seite 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.
Seite 235 - 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...
Seite 170 - 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.
Seite 159 - 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...
Seite 194 - Look not thou on beauty's charming,— Sit thou still when kings are arming, — Taste not when the wine-cup glistens, — Speak not when the people lis-tens, — Stop thine ear against the singer. — From the red gold keep thy finger, — Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, — Easy live and quiet die.