韵律诗歌赏析

And the / wheel„s kick / and the / wind‟s song / and the / white sail„s / shaking,
And a / grey mist / on the / sea„s face / and a / grey dawn /breaking.
Found the one / gift of which / fortune be/reft us, Lost all the / others she / lets us de/vote.
Spondee / Spondaic
x x x x / / / x / / / x / x x / / / / x / / x / / / x / / x / The pig / lay on / a bar/row dead.
Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618)
The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complain of cares to come.
Swinging / slow with / sullen / roar
Anapest / Anapestic
x x x x / / x x / x / x x x x / x x / x /
Not a drum / was heard /, not a fu/neral note,
As his corpse / to the ram/part we hur/ried;
I shall have had my day. Tennyson‟s “Maud”
Tetrameter
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Paul Wagner (German, 1852 – 1952) “Forest Nymph”
Philomel / Philomela
Fra Baidu bibliotek
The Rape of Philomela by Tereus
Engraved by Bauer for a 1703 edition of Ovid's Metamorphoses (Book VI:621–647)
THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE
by Rev. Charles Wolfe
Sir John Moore (1718-1779)
Tereus Confronted with the Head of his Son Itylus (Peter Paul Rubens,1577–1640)
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. But could youth last and love still breed, Had joys no date nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy love.
the top / of the / morning
Eight kinds of metrical patterns
monometer:
Thus I Pass by And die As one, Unknown And gone. Robert Herrick‟s “Upon his Departure Hence”
It weighed/, they said/, as much / as three men.
Its eyes / closed, pink / white eye / lashes. Its trot/ters struck / straight out.
Pyrrhic / Pyrrhic
x / x x / x
Sir Walter Raleigh’s “The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd”
Pentameter
The Curfew tolls the Knell of parting Day, The lowing Herd winds slowly o'er the Lea,
Myrtle (香桃木）
A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flower, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold With buckles of the purest gold;
Poetry in English:
Reading & Creative Writing (7)
Unit Seven: Rhythm
Six basic metrical feet:
iamb
trochee anapest dactyle spondee
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pyrrhic
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields Woods or steepy mountain yields And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
The Plow-man homeward plods his weary Way,
And leaves the World to Darkness, and to me. Thomas Gray‟s “An Elegy Wrote in a Country Church Yard”
Hexameter
Trimeter
O let the solid ground Not fail beneath my feet Before my life has found What some have found so sweet; Then let come what come may,
What matter if I go mad,
Dactyle / Dactylic
/ / / / x x x x x x x / x / x / x x x / x x x / x / x / x x x x / x / / x / x / x x Just for a / handful of / silver he / left us
Just for a / riband to / stick to his / coat –
Heptameter
Lift up your / mind unto / us that are / deathless, and / dateless the / date of our / being.
Eight-stress line
I must / down to / the seas / again,/ to the / lonely / sea and / the sky, And all / I ask / is a / tall ship / and a / star to / steer her / by,
Pleasure / might cause / her read, / reading / might make / her know, Knowledge / might pi /ty win, / and pi /ty grace / obtain, I sought / fit words / to paint / the bla /ckest face / of woe;
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Iamb / Iambic
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If all /the world/ and love/ were young, And truth/ in ev/’ry she/pherd’s tongue.
Trochee / Trochaic
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Dimeter
Most good, most fair, Or things as rare, To call you‟s lost; For all the cost Words can bestow So poorly show, …
Michael Drayton‟s “Amouret Anacreontic”
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain, I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;