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... TONE - COLOR 49 69 82 96 PART II TECHNIQUE OF SPECIAL VERSE FORMS IX . STANZA FORMS 139 X. TETRAMETER COUPLET 162 · XI . PENTAMETER LINE - HEROIC COUPLET 175 • XII . BLANK VERSE . 196 • XIII . SONNET 222 XIV . ODE 230 XV . FRENCH FORMS ...
... TONE - COLOR 49 69 82 96 PART II TECHNIQUE OF SPECIAL VERSE FORMS IX . STANZA FORMS 139 X. TETRAMETER COUPLET 162 · XI . PENTAMETER LINE - HEROIC COUPLET 175 • XII . BLANK VERSE . 196 • XIII . SONNET 222 XIV . ODE 230 XV . FRENCH FORMS ...
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... tone - color . 3 · long drawn aisle and fret ted vault J. 26 THE WRITING AND READING OF VERSE.
... tone - color . 3 · long drawn aisle and fret ted vault J. 26 THE WRITING AND READING OF VERSE.
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... tone - color , is not at all the same , but the biblical passage has no words that are unusual , or remarkably beautiful in themselves , and the other sentence is at least free from harsh effects . This comparison indicates that what we ...
... tone - color , is not at all the same , but the biblical passage has no words that are unusual , or remarkably beautiful in themselves , and the other sentence is at least free from harsh effects . This comparison indicates that what we ...
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... thee I've seen , The dew of fairy feet swept from the green , After a night of some quaint jubilee Which every elf and fay had come to see . ( Epistle to G. F. Mathew . ) CHAPTER VIII MELODY OR TONE - COLOR Every reader of 95 RIME.
... thee I've seen , The dew of fairy feet swept from the green , After a night of some quaint jubilee Which every elf and fay had come to see . ( Epistle to G. F. Mathew . ) CHAPTER VIII MELODY OR TONE - COLOR Every reader of 95 RIME.
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Clarence Edward Andrews. CHAPTER VIII MELODY OR TONE - COLOR Every reader of poetry knows the experience of being haunted by lines or stanzas of a peculiarly satisfying beauty . His analysis of the rhythm and of the imagery ... TONE-COLOR.
Clarence Edward Andrews. CHAPTER VIII MELODY OR TONE - COLOR Every reader of poetry knows the experience of being haunted by lines or stanzas of a peculiarly satisfying beauty . His analysis of the rhythm and of the imagery ... TONE-COLOR.
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Page 128 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 305 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 98 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Page 100 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Page 243 - From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 161 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 311 - And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame: Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.
Page 82 - 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.
Page 88 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Page 279 - Eske river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.