“Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!”

My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

Great lands stretching endlessly…

Sun and wind and beat of sea

Listen … With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts

These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.

The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break free from the trees And fall.

If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.

Teach us to pray that we may cause The enemy to flee, That we his evil power may bind, His prisoners to free.

Before a man can bind the enemy, he must know there is nothing binding him.

Everyone talks about how they knew the Bond films were going to be a success, but it simply isn’t true.

Binding the deepest soils with the farthest stars.

As a result of a kiss, there arises in the mind a wonderful feeling of delight that awakens and binds together the love of them that kiss.

Then shoulder to shoulder! Let us engirdle the little circle of the earth with the chains that bind us to each other.

But it is not sufficient to bind him again into the world.