I am Stressed, Unstressed, Unstressed but you can call me ....
Dactyl
I wrote 154 english sonnets, and you've probably memorized a few of them
William Shakespeare
Make me thy ____________ even as the forest is:
Lyre
This rises and falls
The Tide
"True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance,
As those move easiest who have learn’d to dance."
And truly, these lines are in ___________________?
Iambic Pentameter
Lord Byron
Will take from both a deep, ________________ ,
autumnal tone
Sunlight may settle here, but in this poem the darkness does
roof and walls
" ∪ / ∪ / ∪ / ∪ /
He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed,
∪ / ∪ / ∪ / ∪ /
Amazed, amazed, amazed, amazed."
At these two lines of iambic _____________?
Tetrameter
"I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light..."
Robert Frost
Be thou, Spirit Fierce, ....
My Spirit
The morning breaks; ...
Stamp and neigh, ....;
the steeds in their stalls
as the hostler calls;
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
∪ / ∪ / ∪ / ∪ /
A slumber did my spirit seal;
∪ / ∪ / ∪ /
I had no human fears:
Before ababcdcdefefgg there was little old me and my version of what you see
_______ and _________, my words among mankind
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind
"The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore..."
creates a sad ___________ at the poem's conclusion
Mood
I do not suit my name because I'm the opposite of myself ( /_ _ )
Anapest
On that pallid bust of Pallas sits my sanity nevermore
Edgar Allen Poe
My final question is ...
...O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
The poem, in its entirety, goes like this...
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.