Pyrrhic: Pyrrhic is also known as a dibrach, which consists of two unaccented, and has short syllables.Įxample: When the blood creeps and the nerves prick.Īnapestic: Anapestic is a quantitative meters which is made up of two short syllables followed by a long one. Trochaic Tetrameter: Trochaic Tetrameter is opposite of Iambic Pentameter and has four trochees. DUM da or da DUM is one iambic foot.Įxplanation: DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM daĮxample: If music be the food of love, play on Iambic: Iambic Pentameter is a standard line with five iambic feet in a row. It is an underlying structure beneath the words which helps you emphasize or stress on certain words of the poem. The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done įrom fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won 20Īll types of lyric poetry fall under a meter. My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills 10įor you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding įor you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won “O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done The Charge of the Light Brigade By Tennyson Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me! Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed The Count your master’s known munificence Much the same smile? This grew I gave commands Whene’er I passed her but who passed without E’en then would be some stooping and I choose Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, Or that in you disgusts me here you miss, Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this In speech-(which I have not)-to make your will This sort of trifling? Even had you skill Would draw from her alike the approving speech, She rode with round the terrace-all and each The bough of cherries some officious foolīroke in the orchard for her, the white mule The dropping of the daylight in the West, Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast, She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enoughĪ heart-how shall I say?-too soon made glad, Half-flush that dies along her throat”: such stuff Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint Her husband’s presence only, called that spotįra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps How such a glance came there so, not the firstĪre you to turn and ask thus. The depth and passion of its earnest glance,īut to myself they turned (since none puts byĪnd seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, Strangers like you that pictured countenance, Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said Worked busily a day, and there she stands. That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
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