Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, Том 1Macmillan, 1903 - 161 страница |
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... cæsura after the second . The t e of the cæsura was by no means universally understood glish poets in Nash's day , and Puttenham in his Arı glish Poesy , 1589 , lays down the strange rule that the cæs a verse of ten syllables must come ...
... cæsura after the second . The t e of the cæsura was by no means universally understood glish poets in Nash's day , and Puttenham in his Arı glish Poesy , 1589 , lays down the strange rule that the cæs a verse of ten syllables must come ...
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A. H. Bullen's Abbott accents adieu Anon beauty birds blow Book breath bridal day Bullen cæsura Campion Cymbeline death DIRGE dost doth Drummond Earl earth Elizabethan Elizabethan Song-Books end my song English poetry eyes F. T. Palgrave Faerie Queene fair favourite flowers Golden Pomp Golden Treasury grief heart heaven Heigh Henry Hey nonny nonny iambic King kiss lines lips Love's lovers lyric Madrigal meaning Merchant of Venice merry Metre Michael Macmillan Milton mortal never Nicholas Breton Night nightingale passion play poem poets rhyme Richard II Rosaline roses run softly Say nay sense sewed Shakespeare Shakespeare's Sonnets Shepherd Sidney sing sorrow soul Spenser Spring stanza summer's Sweet Thames Tereus thee thine thou art thought Time's trochaic Twelfth Night unto untrue Love vale of Tempe verb verse W. T. Webb wanton Weep whilst wind word youth دو
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