Milton's Prosody: An Examination of the Rules of the Blank Verse in Milton's Later Poems, with an Account of the Versification of Samson Agonistes, and General NotesClarendon Press, 1893 - 80 من الصفحات |
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admitted APPENDIX beauty blank verse Canterbury Canterbury Tales Chaucer's common Comus condition contraction conventional stress dactylic dárk disyllabic disyllable doubt Drúnk early verse edition eight-syllable line elided elision English verse Epips examples exception explanation extrametrical syllable éxtreme falling rhythm falling stress following lines foot inverted fourth foot give Greek hath heaven iambic iambs iambus idolatrous innumèràblè inversion Latin liquid metre metrical metrists Milton MILTON'S PROSODY Milton's verse misèràblè number of stresses number of syllables occur open vowels Paradise Lost Paradise Regained poem poetry prepositions pronounced pronunciation prosody reader recession of accent recognised rhythmical rising rhythm rule Samson Agonistes scan seems sense seven-syllable line Shakespeare short syllables six-syllable line Sonn spelling subst supernumerary syllables suppose ten-syllable line ten-syllable verse Thát thee third foot thou tract trisyllabic feet trisyllabic places trochaic twelve-syllable line versification viii weak places whóm word spirit
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الصفحة 79 - Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.
الصفحة 78 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined...
الصفحة 69 - Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock ; Tu— whit ! Tu— whoo ! And hark, again ! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew.
الصفحة 33 - I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit. Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
الصفحة 79 - But how unseemly is it for my sex, My discipline of arms and chivalry, My nature, and the terror of my name, To harbour thoughts effeminate and faint! Save only that in beauty's just applause, With whose instinct the soul of man is touched; And every warrior that is rapt with love Of fame, of valour, and of victory, Must needs have beauty beat on his conceits: I thus conceiving, and subduing both, That which hath stoop'd the chiefest of the gods, Even from the fiery-spangled veil of heaven, To feel...
الصفحة 78 - Where Beauty, mother to the Muses, sits, And comments volumes with her ivory pen, Taking instructions from thy flowing eyes; Eyes, when that Ebena steps to heaven, In silence of thy solemn evening's walk, Making the mantle of the richest night, The moon, the planets, and the meteors, light...
الصفحة 78 - With hair dishevell'd wip'st thy watery cheeks; And, like to Flora in her morning's pride, Shaking her silver tresses in the air, Rain'st on the earth resolved pearl in showers, And sprinklest sapphires on thy shining face, Where Beauty, mother to the Muses, sits, And comments volumes with her...
الصفحة 80 - PARIS' oration to the Council of the Gods. Sacred and just, thou great and dreadful Jove, And you thrice-reverend powers, whom love nor hate May wrest awry ; if this, to me a man, This fortune fatal be, that I must plead For safe excusal of my guiltless thought...
الصفحة 69 - I have only to add, that the metre of the Christabel is not, properly speaking, irregular, though it may seem so from its being founded on a new principle : namely, that of counting in each line the accents, not the syllables.
الصفحة 79 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein as in a mirror we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit...