The Art of English Poetry Containing: Rules for making verses. A collection of the most natural, agreeable and sublime thoughts (!) ... that are to be found in the best English poets. A dictionary of rhymes. I.. II.. III.S. Buckley, 1710 - 554 strán (strany) |
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Strana 2
... ftill for thy Arrival : My Soul feem'd wanting of its better Half , And languifh'd for thy Abfence , like a Prophet Who waits the infpiration of his God . Cowl . Rowe , And And this Verfe of Milton , Void of all Succour RULES for making.
... ftill for thy Arrival : My Soul feem'd wanting of its better Half , And languifh'd for thy Abfence , like a Prophet Who waits the infpiration of his God . Cowl . Rowe , And And this Verfe of Milton , Void of all Succour RULES for making.
Strana 6
... Cowl . Blac . Blac . Dryd . are rough , because the foregoing Rules are not obferv'd in their Structure : For Example , The firft , where the Paufe is at the 5th Syllable , and the Accent on the 3d , is contrary to the Rule , which fays ...
... Cowl . Blac . Blac . Dryd . are rough , because the foregoing Rules are not obferv'd in their Structure : For Example , The firft , where the Paufe is at the 5th Syllable , and the Accent on the 3d , is contrary to the Rule , which fays ...
Strana 7
... Cowl . The Verfes of 7 Syllables , which are call'd Anacreontick , are most beautiful when the ftrongest Accent is on the 3d , and the Paufe either there or at the 4th ; as , Fill the Bowl - with rofy Wine , Round our Temples - Rofes ...
... Cowl . The Verfes of 7 Syllables , which are call'd Anacreontick , are most beautiful when the ftrongest Accent is on the 3d , and the Paufe either there or at the 4th ; as , Fill the Bowl - with rofy Wine , Round our Temples - Rofes ...
Strana 12
... Cowl . His Ephod , Mitre , well - cut Diadem on . Cowl . My blushing Hyacinths , and my Bays I keep . Dryd . Sometimes as Three ; as , A Mount of rocky Diamond did rise . Blac . Hence the blue Violet and blushing Rofe . Blac And fet ...
... Cowl . His Ephod , Mitre , well - cut Diadem on . Cowl . My blushing Hyacinths , and my Bays I keep . Dryd . Sometimes as Three ; as , A Mount of rocky Diamond did rise . Blac . Hence the blue Violet and blushing Rofe . Blac And fet ...
Strana 13
... Cowl : After By ; as , When we by a foolish Figure fay . Cowl . And perhaps after fome others . There are alfo other Words whofe Syllables are fometimes contracted , fometimes not ; as Bower , Heaven , Prayer , Nigher , Towards , and r ...
... Cowl : After By ; as , When we by a foolish Figure fay . Cowl . And perhaps after fome others . There are alfo other Words whofe Syllables are fometimes contracted , fometimes not ; as Bower , Heaven , Prayer , Nigher , Towards , and r ...
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Strana 179 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strana 455 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake ; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Strana 337 - That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Strana 269 - Hail wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
Strana 389 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Strana 320 - The birds their choir apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
Strana 176 - That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Strana 319 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Strana 386 - I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas!
Strana 299 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...