Rhythm and Harmony in Poetry and Music: Together with Music as a Representative Art; Two Essays in Comparative ÆstheticsG. P. Putnam's sons, 1894 - 344 pages |
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accented syllables according Æneid æsthetic alliteration arranged Art in Theory ART-METHODS artistic assonance blank verse cadence cæsura cause Chapter chord color composed congruity connection consonance correspondence developed duration effects Elocutionary expression fact Faerie Queene fifth Genesis of Art-Form Götterdämmerung gradation Greek harmony hexameter human voice iambic Idem imitation indicated inharmonic instance instruments length lines major major scale melody ments methods metre Milton mind minor mood Motive movement musical scale nature notes Notice octave Paradise Lost partial tones phrases pitch poetic poetry Poetry and Music poets principle produced quotation ratios reason recognized representation Representative Art result rhyme rhythm scale sense Shakespeare singing song sounds speech stanza suggested tendency termed terminal tetrameter thee thou thought tion tonic trimeter triple measures Trochaic unaccented syllables unity unlike complex uttered verse vibrations voice vowels W. S. Gilbert Wagner's words
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Page 143 - And the muttering grew to a grumbling ; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling ; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers ; Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives — Followed the Piper for their lives.
Page 85 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 72 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Page 267 - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 149 - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Page 173 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 68 - Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; Both speed them to their source : So a soul, that's born of God, Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace.
Page 167 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple...
Page 159 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling— my darling— my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Page 65 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.