English Verse-structure: (a Prefatory Study)D. Douglas, 1897 - 59 頁 |
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accented syllable accurate feet amphibrach amphimacer anacrusis analysis Ancients Anglo-Saxon Appendix argument basis Browning's cadence catalectic choriambs consists consonants critics dactyl and anapaest difficult Dr Abbott Edinburgh effect Ellis English metre English poetry English verse ENGLISH VERSE-STRUCTURE familiar five periods fixed rules foot freedom grammarians Greek and Latin Guest heroic verse hexameter hypermetrical iamb iambic instance irregularity language least lengthen Lochiel London long vowel Lord Monboddo matter merely metrists Milton Molossus natural quantity normally notation Note number of syllables obvious paper parlour pauses and sections Pheidippides poem poet poet's poetry principle Prof pronounced prose prosody question recognise regard regular recurrence Rephan rhythm Robert Bridges scanned scansion second line seems sense seven periods singer song sound speech spondee stress structure surely syllable occupies system of scansion Tennyson theory three syllables tribrach trochaic trochee unaccented syllables underlying scheme uniform valley+ varied voice whole words writers
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第 11 頁 - ALL along the valley, stream that flashest white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night| All along the valley, where thy waters flow, I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago. All along the valley, while I walk'd to-day, The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away; For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed Thy living voice to me was as the voice of the dead, And all along the valley, by...
第 40 頁 - 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 the death, which awaits us to-day.
第 50 頁 - And I myself went with the tale — a god Wandering after beauty, or a giant Standing vast in the sunset — an old hunter Talking with gods, or a high-crested chief, Sailing with troops of friends to Tenedos.
第 41 頁 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
第 47 頁 - Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly, Lies my young love sleeping in the shade. Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her, Press her parting lips as her waist I gather slow, Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me : Then would she hold me and never let me go ? Shy as the squirrel...
第 45 頁 - SAVAGE I was sitting in my house, late, lone: Dreary, weary with the long day's work: Head of me, heart of me, stupid as a stone : Tongue-tied now, now blaspheming like a Turk ; When, in a moment, just a knock, call, cry, Half a pang and all a rapture, there again were we ! — " What, and is it really you again ? " quoth I: " I again, what else did you expect ?
第 42 頁 - TEN thousand times ten thousand In sparkling raiment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light : 'Tis finished ! all is finished, Their fight with death and sin : Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in.
第 32 頁 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year...
第 44 頁 - What spirits these so forsaken and so jaded: White plumes stained and apparel that is rent: Wild eyes dim with ideals which have faded: Weary feet wearily resting in ascent? Heroes and patriots, a company benighted, Looking back drearily they see, along the plain, Many a bright beacon which liberty had lighted Dying out slowly in the wind and in the rain. "Ah! sad realms, where the ripest of the meadows Bring bitter...
第 16 頁 - I use your language : mine — no word Of its wealth would help who spoke, who heard, To a gleam of intelligence. None preferred, None felt distaste when better and worse Were uncontrastable : bless or curse What — in that uniform universe ? Can your world's phrase, your sense of things Forth-figure...