A History of English Rhythms, Volumen2

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W. Pickering, 1838
 

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Página 404 - dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As darkly painted on the crimson sky Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chaf'd
Página 402 - verses; Go lovely rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That, Had'st thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died,
Página 404 - Who is Sylvia ? what is she That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The Heav'ns such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she. kind as she is fair, For beauty lives with kindness ? Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness, And being help'd inhabits there,
Página 277 - Comes this [ way sailing Like | a state|ly ship| Of Tar|sus, bound | for th' isles | Of Ja|van or | Gadier| With all | her brav|ery on| : and tack|le trim|. Sails fill'd [ and streamers wav|ing, Court|ed by all | the winds| : that hold | them play|, An am|ber scent| : of od|orous | perfume| Her har|binger| : a dam|sel train | behind|
Página 404 - such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she. kind as she is fair, For beauty lives with kindness ? Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness, And being help'd inhabits there,
Página 265 - 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. Though the latter may vary from seven to twelve, yet in each line the accents will be found to be only four.
Página 17 - Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage ; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. MND
Página 321 - old. I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good, But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood. Though I go bare, take ye no care I nothing am a-cold, I
Página 394 - may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lilly' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble
Página 409 - did it hear To rede what manner music that mote be, For all, that pleasing is to living ear, Was there consorted in one harmony— Birds, voices, instruments, winds, waters all agree. The joyous birds, shrouded in chearful shade, Their notes unto the voice attemper'd sweet; Th' angelical, soft trembling voices made

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