In which we learn how to write stylish, rhymic, clearly understandable verse.
In which we learn about the three primary forms of imitative poetry: tragedy, epic poetry, and comedy.
In which we learn a simple recipe to construct the plot, characters and iconic moments of a tragic play.
Your kingship is good for the people. The people spend their days in abundance thanks to you.
All knowledge hath taught me, All sorrow hath brought me, Are smothered sighs That pleasure lies
Her breath caught with short plucks and fast:— Then one hot choking strain. She never breathed again:
Her spirit sits aloof, and high, Altho' it looks thro' her soft eye Sweetly and tenderly.
His glasses strangely dulled, his eyes they became an opaque barrier
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs — Every child may joy to hear.
Without doubt you can call him John Testicle, who sets himself to criticizing someone else who could be his master for a hundred years.
I travelled through a land of men, A land of men and women too, And heard and saw such dreadful things, As cold earth wanderers never knew.
And I who am changed through her, as the winged magician wishes, do not see or ask anything but virtue and beauty, whence I could perhaps discern your whole soul.
Silence was speaking at my side, With an exceedingly clear voice, I knew the calm as of a choice, Made in God for me, to abide.
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