ABC A poem that has five lines that create a mood, picture, or feeling.

Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses while the first word of each line is in alphabetical order. Line 5 is one sentence long and begins with any letter. Acrostic Poetry that certain letters, usually the first in each line form a word or message when read in a sequence. Ballad A poem that tells a story similar to a folk tail or legend which often has a repeated refrain. Read more about ballads. Ballade Poetry which has three stanzas of seven, eight or ten lines and a shorter final stanza of four or five. All stanzas end with the same one line refrain. Blank verse A poem written in unrhymed iambic pentameter and is often unobtrusive. The iambic pentameter form often resembles the rhythms of speech. Bio A poem written about one self's life, personality traits, and ambitions. Burlesque Poetry that treats a serious subject as humor. Canzone Medieval Italian lyric style poetry with five or six stanzas and a shorter ending stanza. Carpe diem Latin expression that means 'seize the day.' Carpe diem poems have a theme of living for today. Cinquain Poetry with five lines. Line 1 has one word (the title). Line 2 has two words that describe the title. Line 3 has three words that tell the action. Line 4 has four words that express the feeling, and line 5 has one word which recalls the title. Read more about cinquain poetry. Classicism Poetry which holds the principles and ideals of beauty that are characteristic of Greek and Roman art, architecture, and literature. Concrete Also known as "size poetry". Concrete poetry uses typographical arrangements to display an element of the poem. This can either be through re-arrangement of letters of a word or by arranging the words as a shape. Read more about concrete poetry. Couplet A couplet has rhyming stanzas made up of two lines. Dramatic monologue A type of poem which is spoken to a listener. The speaker addresses a specific topic while the listener unwittingly reveals details about him/herself. Elegy A sad and thoughtful poem about the death of an individual. Epic An extensive, serious poem that tells the story about a heroic figure. Epigram

A very short, ironic and witty poem usually written as a brief couplet or quatrain. The term is derived from the Greek epigramma meaning inscription. Epitaph A commemorative inscription on a tomb or mortuary monument written to praise the deceased. Epithalamium (Epithalamion) A poem written in honor of the bride and groom. Free verse (vers libre) Poetry written in either rhyme or unrhymed lines that have no set fixed metrical pattern. Found Poetry created by taking words, phrases, and passages from other sources and reframing by adding spaces, lines, or by altering the text with additions or subtractions. Ghazal A short lyrical poem that arose in Urdu. It is between 5 and 15 couplets long. Each couplet contains its own poetic thought but is linked in rhyme that is established in the first couplet and continued in the second line of each pair. The lines of each couplet are equal in length. Themes are usually connected to love and romance. The closing signature often includes the poet's name or allusion to it. Haiku A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five morae, usually containing a season word. Read more about haiku poetry. Horatian ode Short lyric poem written in two or four-line stanzas, each with its the same metrical pattern, often addressed to a friend and deal with friendship, love and the practice of poetry. It is named after its creator, Horace. Iambic pentameter One short syllabel followed by one long one five sets in a row. Example: la-LAH la-LAH la-LAH la-LAH la-LAH Idyll (Idyl) Poetry that either depicts a peaceful, idealized country scene or a long poem telling a story about heroes of a bye gone age. Irregular (Pseudo-Pindaric or Cowleyan) ode Neither the three part form of the pindaric ode nor the two or four-line stanza of the Horatian ode. It is characterized by irregularity of verse and structure and lack of coorespondence between the parts. Italian sonnet A sonnet consisting of an octave with the rhyme pattern abbaabba followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern of cdecde or cdcdcd. Lay A long narrative poem, especially one that was sung by medieval minstrels. Limerick A short sometimes vulgar, humorous poem consisting of five anapestic lines. Lines 1, 2, and 5 have seven to ten syllables, rhyme and have the same verbal rhythm. The 3rd and 4th lines have five to seven syllables, rhyme and have the same rhythm. List

A poem that is made up of a list of items or events. It can be any length and rhymed or unrhymed. Lyric A poem that expresses the thoughts and feelings of the poet. Memoriam stanza A quatrain in iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abba -- named after the pattern used by Lord Tennyson. Name Poetry that tells about the word. It uses the letters of the word for the first letter of each line. Narrative A poem that tells a story. Read more about narrative poetry. Ode A lengthy lyric poem typically of a serious or meditative nature and having an elevated style and formal stanza structure. Pastoral A poem that depicts rural life in a peaceful, romanticized way. Petrarchan A 14-line sonnet consisting of an octave rhyming abbaabba followed by a sestet of cddcee or cdecde Pindaric ode A ceremonious poem consisting of a strophe (two or more lines repeated as a unit) followed by a an antistrophe with the same metrical pattern and concluding with a summary line (an epode) in a different meter. Named after Pindar, a Greek professional lyrist of the 5th century B.C. Quatrain A stanza or poem consisting of four lines. Lines 2 and 4 must rhyme while having a similar number of syllables. Rhyme A rhyming poem has the repetition of the same or similar sounds of two or more words, often at the end of the line. Rhyme royal A type of poetry consisting of stanzas having seven lines in iambic pentameter. Romanticism A poem about nature and love while having emphasis on the personal experience. Rondeau A lyrical poem of French origin having 10 or 13 lines with two rhymes and with the opening phrase repeated twice as the refrain. Senryu A short Japanese style poem, similar to haiku in structure that treats human beings rather than nature: Often in a humorous or satiric way. Sestina A poem consisting of six six-line stanzas and a three-line envoy. The end words of the first stanza are repeated in varied order as end words in the other stanzas and also recur in the envoy. Shakespearean

A 14-line sonnet consisting of three quatrains of abab cdcd efef followed by a couplet, gg. Shakespearean sonnets generally use iambic pentameter. Shape Poetry written in the shape or form of an object. This is a type of concrete poetry. Sonnet A lyric poem that consists of 14 lines which usually have one or more conventional rhyme schemes. Read more about sonnets. Sound Intended primarily for performance, sound poetry is sometimes referred to as "verse without words". This form is seen as the bridging between literary and musical composition in which the phonetics of human speech are used to create a poem. Tanka A Japanese poem of five lines, the first and third composed of five syllables and the other seven. Terza Rima A type of poetry consisting of 10 or 11 syllable lines arranged in three-line tercets. Verse A single metrical line of poetry. Villanelle A 19-line poem consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes. The first and third lines of the first tercet repeat alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain. Visual The visual arrangement of text, images, and symbols to help convey the meaning of the work. Visual poetry is sometimes referred to as a type of concrete poetry.

Example of ABC poem - author unknown

Example: A lthough things are not perfect B ecause of trial or pain C ontinue in thanksgiving D o not begin to blame E ven when the times are hard F ierce winds are bound to blow Example of ABC poem

The Mild And Gentle Mare

By Paul McCann S is for the soft eyes there that meet you O is for her out-going ways too N is for the natural way she moves . G is for the galloping of her hooves . L is for the legs so long and fragile . I is for that intelligent warm spark . N is for the nose , elegant and grand . E is for the ears that can understand

Ballata 5 Guido Cavalcanti (1255-1300) Light do I see within my Ladys eyes And loving spirits in its plenisphere Which bear in strange delight on my hearts care Till Joys awakened from that sepulchre.

That which befalls me in my Ladys presence Bars explanation intellectual. I seem to see a lady wonderful Spring forth between her lips, one whom no sense Can fully tell the mind of, and one whence Another, in beauty, springeth marvelous, From whom a star goes forth and speaketh thus: "Now my salvation is gone forth from thee." There where this Ladys loveliness appeareth, Is heard a voice which goes before her ways And seems to sing her name with such sweet praise That my mouth fears to speak what name she beareth, And my heart trembles for the grace she weareth, While far in my souls deep the sighs astir Speak thus: "Look well! For if thou look on her, Then shalt thou see her virtue risen in heaven."

Carving Your words carve nightmares in my skin, they bleedobscure the lines that burn and scourge within, as deep into my flesh the etching feeds in layers only I knew to be thin. Is witnessing a branding also sin? I feel the tissues sizzle and contract, the bluntness of the knife is sinking inas violated nerve-ends now retract. You cut with great precision at the weeds your eyes detected underneath my skin; I bowed my head in silence and agreed, endured your efforts, keeping up my chin. But now I'm tired, hurting, in a spin; beside deep-rooted weeds I lost- I cracked on seeing on your face an old chagrin,

as violated nerve-ends now retract. The hand that wields the knife will not recede, though hesitation finally begins to waver and confuse in loss of speed; the silence that enfolds- a roaring din. Our faces slowly lose the deadly grin, essential parts that kept me whole, intact, regenerated by adrenalinas violated nerve-ends now retract. We'll throw the offal left into the bin and start to build anew; we'll re-enact, retrace our steps, determined we will win, as violated nerve-ends now retract. Leny Roovers

Example of Blank Verse Excerpt from Macbeth by William Shakespeare

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Canzone

His Lament for Selvaggia Cino da Pistoia (1270-1336)

Ay me, alas! the beautiful bright hair That shed reflected gold O'er the green growths on either side of the way: Ay me! the lovely look, open and fair, Which my hearts core doth hold With all else of that best remembered day; Ay me! the face made gay With joy that Love confers; Ay me! that smile of hers Where whiteness as of snow was visible Among the roses at all seasons red! Ay me! and this was well, O Death, to let me live when she is dead?

Gather ye rose-buds by Robert Herrick Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer: But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then, be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry. An example of Carpe diem.

Cinquain Pattern #1
example Dinosaurs Lived once, Long ago, but Only dust and dreams Remain (by Cindy Barden)

Example of Classicism Types - Excerpt The poem is an example of a genre represented in Latin by Ovid's Heroides. Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal's veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?

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Decorator Hermit Crab \

couplet There was a little hermit crab Who thought his tank was rather drab At first he didn't know what to do Then decorated with pink and blue. Now he is no longer crabby With his new home, he's rather happy! 2001 Vanessa Pike-Russell

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds: Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care:

No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share, Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre: But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,

Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbad: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenour of their way. Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.

Hiawatha's Departure from The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow By the shore of Gitchie Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, Passed the bees, the honey-makers, Burning, singing in the sunshine. Bright above him shown the heavens, Level spread the lake before him; From its bosom leaped the sturgeon, Aparkling, flashing in the sunshine; On its margin the great forest Stood reflected in the water, Every tree-top had its shadow, Motionless beneath the water. From the brow of Hiawatha Gone was every trace of sorrow, As the fog from off the water, And the mist from off the meadow. With a smile of joy and triumph, With a look of exultation, As of one who in a vision Sees what is to be, but is not, Stood and waited Hiawatha.

An example of an Epic Poem.

Example of Epigram A Lame Begger by John Donne

I am unable, yonder beggar cries, To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.

Example of Epigram

A Slice of Wedding Cake by Robert Graves Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice may be ruled out, And missionary endeavour, nine times out of ten. Repeat 'impossible men': not merely rustic, Foul-tempered or depraved (Dramatic foils chosen to show the world How well women behave, and always have behaved). Impossible men: idle, illiterate, Self-pitying, dirty, sly, For whose appearance even in City parks Excuses must be made to casual passers-by. Has God's supply of tolerable husbands Fallen, in fact, so low? Or do I always over-value woman At the expense of man? Do I? It might be so. An example of an Epithalamium.

FREEW VERSE Awake My last night as a full-time child I didn't want to sleep, for fear of Waking up in a rustle of too-crisp sheets And a creak of inadequate bedsprings With a lightly snoring virtual stranger eight feet away. And also I didn't want it to be tomorrow, Because then it would be time to do what I've denied for three weeks of subsistence And oblivion--ignoring is bliss. And I saw everything I never did Lying around me, pieces and steps of the Success I never got, reminders that Whatever I planned, I never got far. But in the middle of these broken promises To myself, I could see for the first time That I have not been broken. And I must keep myself, all that is real, As daybreak does, and nightfall. I exist to others, but all I need is me. I will be the last promise, when all is said And kept

FOUND

An example of found poetry appeared in William Whewell's "An Elementary Treatise on Mechanics": Hence no force, however great, can stretch a cord, however fine, into a horizontal line which is accurately straight.

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Ghazal by Gene Doty The silver maple's new green holds weariness: under the redbud, in clean dirt, only weariness. Closing the window against thunder-laden air, I see through the screen a passerby's weariness. Qoheleth in his bitter book complains against the wind and finds in all that's seen or heard endless weariness. Come, wife, and settle your head on my shoulder; on the pillows we lean and seek to dispell our weariness. Gino, why did you write these tiresome lines? Don't you know that verses only mean weariness?

Basho Matsuo is known as the first great poet of Haiku.

Above: Basho Matsuo An old silent pond... A frog jumps into the pond, splash! Silence again.

by Basho (1644-1694)

Or another example of a Horatian Ode is Ode on Solitude by Alexander Pope written in quatrains with alternating rhyme, L1,L2,L3 tetrameter, L4 dimeter. Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest! who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mix'd; sweet recreation. And innocence, which most does please, With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me dye; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lye.
Iambic pentameter Paradise Lost - John Milton Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed Fast by the oracle of God, I thence

Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of th purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love. An example of an Idyll and Pastoral Poetry.

Italian sonnet

The Lay of the Last Minstrel by Sir Walter Scott The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His wither'd cheek, and tresses gray, Seem'd to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, welladay! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppress'd, Wish'd to be with them, and at rest. No more on prancing palfrey borne, He caroll'd, light as lark at morn; No longer courted and caress'd, High placed in hall, a welcome guest, He pour'd, to lord and lady gay, The unpremeditated lay: Old times were changed, old manners gone;

A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had call'd hs harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorn'd and poor, He begg'd his bread from door to door. And timed, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear. He pass'd where Newark's stately tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower: The Minstrel gazed with wishful eye-No humbler resting-place was nigh, With hesitating step at last, The embattled portal arch he ass'd, Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft roll'd back the tide of war, But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor. The Duchess marked his weary pace, His timid mien, and reverend face, And bade her page the menials tell, That they should tend the old man well: For she had known adversity, Though born in such a high degree; In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb! When kindness had his wants supplied, And the old man was gratified, Began to rise his minstrel pride: And he began to talk anon, Of good Earl Francis, dead and gone, And of Earl Walter, rest him, God! A braver ne'er to battle rode; And how full many a tale he knew, Of the old warriors of Buccleuch: And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear. The humble boon was soon obtain'd; The Aged Minstrel audience gain'd. But, when he reach'd the room of state,

Where she, with all her ladies, sate, Perchance he wished his boon denied: For, when to tune his harp he tried, His trembling hand had lost the ease, Which marks security to please; And scenes, long past, of joy and pain, Came wildering o'er his aged brain-He tried to tune his harp in vain! The pitying Duchess praised its chime, And gave him heart, and gave him time, Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony. And then, he said, he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain, He never thought to sing again. It was not framed for village churls, But for high dames and mighty carls; He had play'd it to King Charles the Good, When he kept court in Holyrood, And much he wish'd yet fear'd to try The long-forgotten melody. Amid the strings his fingers stray'd, And an uncertain warbling made, And oft he shook his hoary head. But when he caught the measure wild, The old man raised his face, and smiled; And lighten'd up his faded eye, With all a poet's ecstasy! In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along: The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost; Each blank in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied; And while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the Latest Minstrel sung. An example of Lay Poetry.

There was a young lady of station "I love man" was her sole exclamation But when men cried, "You flatter"

Isle of Man isA man hired by John Smith and Co. Loudly declared that hed tho. Men that he saw Dumping dirt near his door The drivers, therefore, didnt do. by Mark Twain the true explanation" Lewis Car rollExample

limerick

of a List Poem:

Student Goals Listen and learn Make friends Be understanding Do my best Complete all assignments Respect others Communicate with peers Cooperate with teachers Smile Love yourself and others
The second is part of sonnet number 18, written by William Shakespeare. Turn back the heart you've turned away Give back your kissing breath Leave not my love as you have left The broken hearts of yesterday But wait, be still, don't lose this way Affection now, for what you guess May be something more, could be less Accept my love, live for today. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, ltric

By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.

Example of Name Poem Nicky by Marie Hughes

Nicky is a Nurse It's her chosen career Children or Old folks Kindness in abundance Year after year

Example of Name Poem

Narrative
"There was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die." Excerpt from John Barleycorn by Robert Burns

The Ship of State (Odes I, 14) ode Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Horace) (65-8 B.C.) On Ship! New billows sweep thee out Seaward. What wilt thou? Hold the port, be stout See'st not thy mast How rent by stiff Southwestern blast? Thy side, of rowers how forlorn? Thine hull, with groaning yards, with rigging torn, Can ill sustain The fierce, and ever fiercer main; Thy gods, no more than sails entire,

From whom yet once they need might aid require, Oh Pontic Pine, The first of woodland stocks is thine. Yet race and name are but as dust, Not painted sterns gave storm-tost seamen trust; Unless thou dare To be the sport of storms, beware. O fold at best a weary weight, A yearning care and constant strain of late, O shun the seas That girt those glittering Cyclades

n example of pastoral poetry would be:

The Passionate Shepard To His Love. pastoral . COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.

"London, 1802" petrarchan Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

A quatrain is a one stanza with an A A B B rhyme scheme. Such as Donna Brock's "The Mountain":

The mountain frames the sky (a) As a shadow of an eagle flies by. (a) With clouds hanging at its edge (b) A climber proves his courage on its rocky ledge. (b) this poem is a real life poem and these type of poem can make you feel wats they are tring to tell the people that reads their poems know wat they are talking about

Example of a well known Nursery Rhyme

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses, And all the King's men Couldn't put Humpty together again! Find out who or what was Humpty Dumpty Mary Mary quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells And pretty maids all in a row.

They flee from me that sometime did me seek by Thomas Wyatt They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild, and do not remember That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be to Fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once in special: In thin array, after a pleasant guise, When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall, And she me caught in her arms long and small, Therewith all sweetly did me kiss And softly said, "Dear heart, how like you this?" It was no dream, -I lay broad waking. But all is turned, thorough my gentleness, Into a strange fashion of forsaking: And I have leave to go of her goodness, And she also to use new-fangledness. But since that I unkindly so am served, I would fain know what hath she now deserved. An example of a Rhyme Royal.

The Question by Percy Bysshe Shelley I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream. There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth,

The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Like a child, half in tenderness and mirth Its mother's face with Heaven's collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears. And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cowbind and the moonlight-coloured may, And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine Was the bright dew, yet drained not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold, Fairer than any wakened eyes behold. And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple pranked with white, And starry river buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery light; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen. Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way That the same hues, which in their natural bowers Were mingled or opposed, the like array Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours Within my hand, and then, elate and gay, I hastened to the spot whence I had come, That I might there present it! Oh! to whom? Example of Romanticism Poetry. Rondel Charles d'Orleans (1391-1465)

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Strengthen, my Love, this castle of my heart, And with some store of pleasure give me aid, For jealousy, with all them of his part, Strong siege about the weary tower has laid. Nay, if to break his bands thou art afraid, Too weak to make his cruel force depart,

Strengthen at least this castle of my heart, And with some store of pleasure give me aid. Nay, let not jealousy, for all his art Be master, and the tower in ruin laid, That still, ah, Love, thy gracious rule obeyed. Advance, and give me succor of my part; Strengthen, my Love, this castle of my heart.

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The robber, If I catch, My own son Example 2 Hide and seek Count to three Winter comes

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From Visions Francesco Petrarch (1304-1374) Being one day at my window all alone, So manie strange things happened me to see, As much as it grieveth me to thinke thereon. At my right hand a hynde appeard to mee, So faire as mote the greatest god delite; Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace. Of which the one was blacke, the other white: With deadly force so in their cruell race They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast, That at the last, and in short time, I spide, Under a rocke, where she alas, opprest, Fell to the ground, and there untimely dide. Cruell death vanquishing so noble beautie Oft makes me wayle so hard a desire. (Trans. Edmund Spenser) sonnet

Beautiful mountains tanka Rivers with cold, cold water. White cold snow on rocks Trees over the place with frost White sparkly snow everywhere.

Country Song Nicholas Breton (1545-1626) Shall we go dance the hay, the hay? Never pipe could ever play Better shepherds roundelay. Shall we go sing the song, the song? Never Love did ever wrong, Fair maids, hold hands all along. Shall we go learn to woo, to woo? Never thought ever came to, Better deed could better do. Shall we go learn to kiss, to kiss? Never heart could ever miss Comfort, where true meaning is. Thus at base they run, they run. When the sport was scarce begun. But I wakedand all was done. Terza rima

Daffodils by verse William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee; A poet could not be but gay, In such a jocund company! I gazedand gazedbut little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night, Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

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Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night, Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

From Easter Wings George Herbert (1593-1633) Lord, who createdest man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories, Then shall the fall further the flight in me

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