The Formation of Tennyson's Style: A Study, Primarily of the Versification of the Early Poems

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University of Wisconsin, 1921 - 252 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 133 - diction. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels— And on a sudden, lo! the level lake And the long glories of the winter moon. 10
الصفحة 2 - 11. 57-64. Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean: so, over that art Which you say adds to nature is an art That nature makes This
الصفحة 36 - Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they He beside their nectar, and the bolts are
الصفحة 23 - FORMATION OF TENNYSON'S STYLE 29 She only said, "My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said: She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!" It may be noticed that in the second quatrain of this strophe, we have
الصفحة 119 - in any but the very greatest English blank verse. For I have learned To look on Nature not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still sad music
الصفحة 2 - it) that he thinks to frame, Or, for the laurel, he may gain a scorn, For a good poet's made as well as born. JONSON: To the Memory of my Beloved Master William Shakespeare, and what he hath left
الصفحة 225 - In deep or vivid colour, smell and sound Was flattered day and night. Palace of Art (1833 Version.) cf. Shakspere: "Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye—
الصفحة 127 - silver lights, Stole all the golden gloss and wavering Lovingly lower, trembled on her waist Till every daisy slept, and Love's white star Beam'd thro' the thicken'd cedar in the dusk And all that night I heard the watchman peal The sliding season: all that night I heard The heavy clocks knolling the drowsy hours.
الصفحة 224 - song: 17 Compare, But none of us cared for Kate, For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor go hang. For Kate hath an unbridled tongue Clear as the twanging of a harp.
الصفحة 134 - A notable passage in which the modulation of the rhythm is produced almost entirely by spondees is the following: And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men,

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