The Musical Basis of Verse: A Scientific Study of the Principles of Poetic CompositionLongmans, Green, and Company, 1901 - 269 páginas |
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... things are , by the magic of genius , dissolved , to be precipitated into divine , new creations . He imbibed the spirit of the Italian revival , but did not become a servile imitator of it . He did not give us sonnet cycles , but ...
... things are , by the magic of genius , dissolved , to be precipitated into divine , new creations . He imbibed the spirit of the Italian revival , but did not become a servile imitator of it . He did not give us sonnet cycles , but ...
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... thing ; that both men , as all truly poetic souls must be , were conscious of those elemental rhythms potentially identical - which are developed through the minds of men into harmonious expressions of form and sound . Music and Music ...
... thing ; that both men , as all truly poetic souls must be , were conscious of those elemental rhythms potentially identical - which are developed through the minds of men into harmonious expressions of form and sound . Music and Music ...
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... thing to me than if I had come to the study of him callow and alone , but that to this day I can hear in the poems then read by this gifted teacher the ringing tones by which they were brought home to me ; and so the music of them lives ...
... thing to me than if I had come to the study of him callow and alone , but that to this day I can hear in the poems then read by this gifted teacher the ringing tones by which they were brought home to me ; and so the music of them lives ...
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... thing post - mediæval - incontinently discarded quantity , and , with an instinct truer and stronger than tradition or theory , trusted himself boldly to his ear . For , in the end , the ear is sole arbiter . Even among those lan ...
... thing post - mediæval - incontinently discarded quantity , and , with an instinct truer and stronger than tradition or theory , trusted himself boldly to his ear . For , in the end , the ear is sole arbiter . Even among those lan ...
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... things ! make it mine PIP Το feel , a · mid the city's jar , That there a bides a peace of thine , ་ PIP Man did not make and can not mar . -MATTHEW ARNOLD : " Lines written in Kensington Gardens . " NO . II . EXAMPLE OF 2 - BEAT RHYTHM ...
... things ! make it mine PIP Το feel , a · mid the city's jar , That there a bides a peace of thine , ་ PIP Man did not make and can not mar . -MATTHEW ARNOLD : " Lines written in Kensington Gardens . " NO . II . EXAMPLE OF 2 - BEAT RHYTHM ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
The Musical Basis of Verse: A Scientific Study of the Principles of Poetic ... Julia Parker Dabney Vista de fragmentos - 1968 |
The Musical Basis of Verse: A Scienctific Study of the Principles of Poetic ... Julia Parker Dabney Vista de fragmentos - 1970 |
Términos y frases comunes
3-beat rhythm accent alliteration anacrusis artist ballad beat beauty blank verse Browning Browning's Byron cadence cæsura called century chap Chaucer chord classic consonant dactylic dactylic hexameter Dante direct attack drama effects end-stopped English Verse enjambement epic EXAMPLE OF 2-BEAT expression eyes feminine ending five-foot iambic genius give Greek hand harmonious heart imitated imperfect cadence instinct language Lanier lines literature lyric measure medium melody ment metre metrists Milton modern monosyllables motion movement music and verse nature never night o'er Oriana ottava rima Paradise Lost pause perfect PIP PIP play poem poetic poetry poets prose quatrain rhymed couplet rhythmic says seems sestet Shakespeare Shelley sing song sonnet soul sound Spenser Spenserian stanza spirit style sweet syllables Tennyson tercets thee thou thought time-value tion tonal tone triple rhythm true vibration voice vowel wind words Wordsworth ام م م مام रा
Pasajes populares
Página 165 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 89 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Página 124 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes...
Página 127 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Página 147 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...
Página 161 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 88 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Página 149 - Ho! maidens of Vienna; Ho! matrons of Lucerne; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Página 252 - As when far off at sea a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants- bring Their spicy drugs ; they, on the trading flood, Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape, Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seemed Far off the flying Fiend.
Página 126 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.