Metrical pattern expressed in musical notation The " curfew " tolls the " knell of " parting " day. Such a division can be justified on several grounds, but it remains awkward and obscures the plain fact of rising rhythm. It does not affect the division of word and foot; for compare Shelley's line: Ne " cessi " ty! thou " mother " of the " world. What immortal hand or eye Could Frame, etc. The leaves they were withering and sere. Our memories were treacherous and sere. Poe. The rags of the sail Are flickering in ribbons within the fierce gale. Shelley. A land that is lonelier than ruin. Swinburne. _̷ she of the seven O sister, desolation is a difficult thing. Compare also Shelley's earlier poem, Stanzas—April, 1814; and for a more recent example: Ithaca, Ithaca, the land of my desire! I'm home again in Ithaca, beside my own hearth-fire. Sweet patient eyes have welcomed me, all tenderness and truth, Wherein I see kept sacredly, the visions of our youth. Amelia J. Burr, Ulysses in Ithaca. Ah, the harpings and the salvos and the shoutings of thy exiled sons returning! I should hear, though dead and mouldered, and the grave-damps should not chill my bosom's burning. The whole of this poem may be found in Sir Edward T. Cook's More Literary Recreations, p. 278. Ah, what avails the sceptred race! Ah, what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. is described as a4b3a4b3. The repetition of a whole line is indicated by a capital letter. When all the lines are of the same length, one exponent figure suffices, as abba4 for the In Memoriam stanza. not to scan With Midas' ears, committing short and long. But, on the other hand, Mr. Robert Bridges has made it almost if not quite certain that Milton counted syllables, and therefore the phrase would mean "ten syllables to a line," proper allowance being made for elision. Since both interpretations agree pretty well with Milton's practice, one cannot be sure which he had in mind. Had beauties he had to point out to me at length To insure their not being wasted on me. The Axe-Helve. "With vers libre one experiences the mortification one sometimes feels in having roared out one's agony in perfectly fit terms. With rhymed poetry one feels the satisfaction of a wit who gives the nuance of his meaning by the raise of an eyebrow, the turn of a word." _̷ " _̷ " _̷ " _̷ " _̷ and says there is an 'inversion' in the first, third, and fourth feet, or preferably thus: _̷ " `[A] _̷ " _̷ " _̷ " `[A] _̷ the rhythm is extraordinary; and the added complexity of 'own' puts it entirely hors concours. Compare with it, however, Milton's Which but th' Omnipotent none could have foil'd. Paradise Lost, I, 273. Not merely titular, since by degree. Ibid., V, 774. _̷ _̷ _̷ `[A] _̷ with emphasis or pitch-accent on 'first'; in which case the above explanation does not hold. |