An Introduction to the Rhythmic and Metric of the Classical Languages: To which are Added the Lyric Parts of the Medea of Euripedes and the Antigone of Sophocles, with Rhythmical Schemes and CommentaryGinn & Company, 1902 - 198 pages |
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An Introduction to the Rhythmic and Metric of the Classical Languages: To ... Johann Hermann Heinrich Schmidt,John Williams White Affichage du livre entier - 1894 |
An introduction to the rhythmic and metric of the classical languages: To ... Johann Hermann Heinrich Schmidt Affichage du livre entier - 1878 |
An introduction to the rhythmic and metric of the classical languages: To ... Johann Hermann Heinrich Schmidt Affichage du livre entier - 1878 |
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accent AESCH Aeschylus anacrusis anapaestic antistrophe antithetic period Archilochian arsis Asclepiadean caesura catalectic chief ictus choree choreic chorus consists consonant correspond cyclic dactyl dactylic hexameter dance melodies diaeresis dichorees dipody division epodic equal Euripides example four-lined Glyconic Greek poetry hexameter hexapody iambic iambic trimeter ictuses intonation ionic irrational length logaoedic long syllable lyric metrical forms occur palinodic pause pentapody poems poets postlude pronounced protracted recitative poetry rhythm rhythmical sentences secondary ictus short syllables singing song SOPH spondee strophe sung syncope tetrameter tetrapody tone trimeter tripodies trochaic trochee verse vowel word ἀλλ ἂν γὰρ δὲ ἐκ ἐν ἐπ ἐπὶ ἐς ἔχων ἤδη θεῶν ἰὼ καὶ ΛΙ μὲν μὴ μοι νιν νυ νῦν ὃς οὐ οὐκ οὔτ πρὸς συ τὰ τὰν τί τίς τὸ τὸν τῶν ὡς
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Page 6 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Page 64 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 125 - And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Page 63 - IN the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown ; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town. As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood, And the world threw off the darkness, like the weeds of widowhood. Thick with towns and hamlets studded, and with streams and vapors gray, Like a shield embossed with silver, round and vast the landscape lay.
Page 28 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 54 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 64 - Oui, je viens dans son temple adorer l'Éternel ; Je viens, selon l'usage antique et solennel, Célébrer avec vous la fameuse journée Où sur le mont Sina la loi nous fut donnée.
Page 101 - Solvitur acris hiems grata vice veris et Favoni, trahuntque siccas machinae carinas, ac neque iam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni, nec prata canis albicant pruinis.
Page 125 - MAIDEN! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still...
Page 65 - A needless Alexandrine ends the song, Which like a wounded snake drags its slow length along.