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My thoughts | still cling | to the mould | ering past, And the hopes | of youth | fall thick | in the blast, And the days | are dark | and drear | y.
Longfellow.
And Willy, my eldest born, is gone, you say, little Annie ? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man. And Willy's wife has written—she never was overwise— Never the wife for Willy—he wouldn't take my advice.
Tennyson. " The Grandmother "
In the following, Iambic and Trochaic verses alternate regularly.
When the lamp is shattered,
The light in the dust lies dead ; When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed ; When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
Shelley.
In L'Allegro and IlPenseroso the measures are mingled irregularly.
Sometimes with secure delight
The upland hamlets will invite,
When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocund rebecs sound,
To many a youth and many a maid
Dancing in the chequer'd shade;
And young and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holiday,
Till the livelong daylight fail;
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.
Milton. |
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