Rhyming dictionary for the use of young poets, with an essay on English versification [by T. Smibert].1852 |
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able rhymes accent and pause adjectives Allowable rhymes Anglo-Saxon ante-penultimate artist bards beauty Ben Jonson blank verse Byron ciples of verbs composed consonant diction Dictionary double rhymes Dryden elisions employed English poetry English verse epic example expressive exquisite fect rhymes force give harmony heroic hexameter instance Keats language last syllable lowable rhymes melody Milton Moore Muses mute Nature Nearly perfect rhymes nouns and third observed octo-syllabic measure open vowels participles of verbs passage penultimate persons singular present pieces plurals of nouns poems poetical composition poets Pope preceding preterites and parti preterites and participles pronounced rendered rhymes perfectly rhythm rule Shakspere short syllables single rhymes singular of verbs singular present tense song song-writer sound and sense stanza tense of verbs terminations third persons singular thou thought unaccented verbs in ake verbs in ow versification vowels words ending Wordsworth writing
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الصفحة 23 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
الصفحة 12 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
الصفحة 10 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
الصفحة 22 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
الصفحة 25 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.
الصفحة 18 - The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath ; it is twice blessed ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
الصفحة 25 - Alas! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
الصفحة 19 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
الصفحة 13 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...