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16th century accented syllable adjective alliteration alliterative couplet Anglo-Saxon poems Anglo-Saxon verse Bonduca Bruce Burns Cadmon century Chau Chaucer common compound section Comus consonant Cynthia's Revels dialects diphthong dissyllable doth doubt dramatists Drayton elided elision English rhythms eyes final rhime five accents Fletcher four accents hath House of Fame Jons King Knightes Tale lable language 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 Siege of Leith 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
Strona 156 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 306 - 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 15 - To his bold riot : dreadful was the din Of hissing through the hall, thick -swarming now With complicated monsters...