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MEASURES OF VERSE. 45
In her ear he whispers gaily,
" If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watched thee daily,
And I think thou lov'st me well."
Praise the Lord ! ye heavens adore Him !
Praise Hirn, angels, in the height 1 Sun and moon rejoice before Him 1
Praise Him all ye stars of night 1
(e). Trochaic Pentameter. Normal line, Ten Syllables
Composition in this measure is very rare, and even when combined with truncated and hypermetrical verses it has been but little cultivated.
Spake full | well In | language | quaint and | olden, One who | dwelleth | by the | castled | Rhine,
When he | called the | flowers so | blue and | golden Stars that | in earth's | hrma | ment do | shine.
What is yon so white beside the greenwood ? Is it snow or flight of cygnets resting ? Were it snow, ere now it had been melted ; Were it swans, ere now the flock had left us.
Then methought I heard a hollow sound, Gathering up from all the lower ground ; Narrowing in to where they sat assembled, Low voluptuous music, winding, trembled.