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 and Heath, 1878 - 198 стор. |
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accent AESCH Aeschylus Anacreont anacrusis anapaestic antistrophe antithetic period Archilochian Archilochian group arsis Asclepiadean group caesura Carm catalectic chief ictus choree choreic chorus consists correspond cyclic dactyl dactylic hexameter dance melodies diaeresis dipody epodic Euripides Glyconic Greek hexameter hexapody Horace iambic iambic trimeter ictuses ionic irrational length logaoedic long syllable lyric lyric poetry march melodies measure metrical forms monodies occur palinodic pause pentapody postlude recitative poetry rhythm rhythmical sentences short syllables song spondee strophe sung tetrameter tetrapody tone trimeter tripodies trochaic trochee verse vowel word ἀλλ ἂν ἀνδρῶν γὰρ δὲ ἐγὼ ἐκ ἐν ἐπ ἐπὶ ἐς ἔχων ἤδη θεῶν ἰὼ καὶ ΛΙ μὲν μὴ μοι νιν νῦν ὃς οὐ οὐδ οὐκ οὔτ παῖ πρὸς συ τὰ τὰν τᾶς τε καὶ τί τίς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τῶν ὡς
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Сторінка 108 - Diffugere nives, redeunt iam gramina campis arboribusque comae ; mutat terra vices et decrescentia ripas flumina praetereunt; Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet...
Сторінка 72 - 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.
Сторінка 14 - Heaven they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.
Сторінка 71 - 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.
Сторінка 62 - 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'.
Сторінка 133 - ... 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...
Сторінка 36 - 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.
Сторінка 1 - Schmidt. — THE RYTHMIC AND METRIC OF THE CLASSICAL LANGUAGES. To which are added, the Lyric Parts of the "Medea" of Euripides and the "Antigone" of Sophocles ; with Rhythmical Scheme and Commentary.
Сторінка 73 - The cruell markes of many' a bloody fielde ; Yet armes till that time did he never wield. His angry steede did chide his foming bitt, As much disdayning to the curbe to yield : Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Сторінка 108 - Lydia, die, per omnes Te deos oro, Sybarin cur properes amando Perdere ; cur apricum Oderit campum, patiens pulveris atque solis ? Cur neque...