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英文诗歌的音律格律

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1. (Foot)

scansion

From fairest creatures we desire increase :

Fro-m fai*re-st crea*ture-s we* de-sire* i-ncrea*se -*

Tips

(monometer)

(dimeter)

(trimeter)

(tetrameter(pentameter)(hexameter)(heptameter)(octometer)

2 (Metre)

(Iambus)

(Trochee)

(Anapaest)

(Dactyl)

(Amphibrach)

(Dactyl)

3.

3

(Alliteration)greatgrew

(Assonance)greatfail

(Rhyme)greatbait

The light that lies in women's eyes. lightlieslightlieseyeslieseyes

(rhyming scheme)4

(AABB)

(ABCB)

(ABAB)

(ABBA)

From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: abab

From fairest creatures we desire increase=a, That thereby beauty's rose might never die=b, But as the riper should by time decease=a, His tender heir might bear his memory=b:

4.

sonnet

西

(Petrarvhan)(Shakesperoan)1 (Petrarch)

(The Octave)(Quatrains)abbaabba(The Sestet)

2 ababcdcdefefgg

. Limericksaabba

1 There was a young lady of Nigger

Who smiled as she rode on a tiger

They returned from the ride

With the lady inside

And the smile on the face of the tiger.

2 A tutor who taught on the flute

Tried to teach two tooters to toot

Is it harder to toot or

Said the two to the tutor

To tutor two tooters to toot

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Across the watery bale and shout again

Responsive to his call - with quivering peals

And long halloos and screams and echoes loud.

Redoubled and redoubledconcourse wild

Of jocund din

William Wordsworth There Was a Boy

FreeVerseWaltWhitmanLeaves of Grass

Song of Myself

I celebrate myself and sing myself

And what I assume you shall assume

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul

I learn and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue every atom of my blood formd from this soil this air

Born ere of parents born here from parents the same and their parents the same

I now thirty seven years old in perfect health begin

Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance

Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are but never forgotten.

I harbor for good or bad I permit to speak at every hazard.

Nature without check with original energy.

5

That Time of Year

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leavesor noneor few do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold

Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang

In me thou seest the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west

When by and by black night doth take away

Deaths second self that seals up all in rest.

In me thou seest the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie.

As the deathbed whereon it must expire

Consumed with that which it was nourished by.

This you perceivest which makes thy love more strong

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Notesmaystmay beholdsee lateno long ago thouyou seestsee

fadethfades dothdoes seals up all at rest

thyyour perceivest perceive ere long before long

William Shakespeare 1564-1616

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choirsdeathbed使西

The Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high oer vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host of golden daffodils

Beside the lake beneath the trees

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay

Ten thousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced but they

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee

A poet could not but be gay

In such a jocund company

I gazed - and gazed - but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought

For oft when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude

Ans then my heart with pleasure fills

And dances with the daffodils.

Notes a crowd a host of many sprightlyhappy gleejoy

jocundhappy blisscomplete happiness pensivesadly thoughtful

WilliamWordsworth1770-18501282广

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death be not proud Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and souls delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swellst thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shall die.      西   使 使使 EAGLE ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON (18091892) He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls aaabbb hehandsstandsitclaws()perches()(personification)使(in lonely lands) (Ringed with the azure world)(Close to the sun)/k//kr/ (periodic sentence)

Sonnet 60Like as the waves make towards the pibbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend, Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crooked eclipses against his glory fight, And time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities but for his scythe to move. And nothing stands but for his scythe to move. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. 1. 2. 3.  4. 5. 6. 7.便 8.   9. 10. 11. 12. 13.  14.       便西delves the .... 使2

THE ANT RICHARD ARMOUR(1906~) The ant, a prodigy of strength, Lifes objects twice his weight and length And never stops or sighs or glowers Because it's after working hours. Though underground, he bears the onus And peril without thought of bonus, And never once is heard to mention Retiring on a tax-free pension. Nor does he frown or look askance At other, lighter-burdened ants. Not one to bicker, blame, or sob. The ant has but one flaw I see, To wit, he doesn't work for me. 西退

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