On the Structure of English Verse

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Librairie Européenne de Baudry, 1884 - 162 strani
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Stran 142 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Stran 101 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Stran 141 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now...
Stran 97 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Stran 161 - Story? God bless you! I have none to tell, sir: Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle.
Stran 123 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The sonnet glittered, a gay myrtle leaf, Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glowworm lamp...
Stran 22 - The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Stran 142 - Unargued I obey; so God ordains, God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise.
Stran 107 - Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay, and loud, Far in the downy cloud — Love gives it energy ; love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven ; thy love is on earth.
Stran 144 - For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves...

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