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Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. The Tempest III.ii.129-130 Be not Afraid Iambs Are just The way We speak They are Our natch Ural Rhythm Or: Be not afraid; iambs are just the way We speak; they are our natural rhythm 1 Sometimes they must be squashed a bit, and then (Hear “natural” as two syllables, a pair Othertimes “natural” is read as three) – Be a skilled artist in your poetry! 1 “Rhythm” is a trochee, not an iamb    But let it stay, that poor, little lost lamb
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
"Sounds, and Sweet Airs..."
Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. The Tempest III.ii.129-130 Be not Afraid Iambs Are just The way We speak They are Our natch Ural Rhythm Or: Be not afraid; iambs are just the way We speak; they are our natural rhythm 1 Sometimes they must be squashed a bit, and then (Hear “natural” as two syllables, a pair Othertimes “natural” is read as three) – Be a skilled artist in your poetry! 1 “Rhythm” is a trochee, not an iamb    But let it stay, that poor, little lost lamb
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
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