Rhyme.
Definition: Rhyme is the repetition of the same or similar sounds occurs in two or more words, usually at the end of lines in poems or songs.
Types of rhyme:
End Rhyme: Occurs at the end of the poetic line. Ex: Three years she grew in sun and shower Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower Internal Rhyme: Occurs within a line of poetry rather than at the end. Ex: Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. |
Perfect Rhyme: When rhyming sounds match exactly. Ex: Bat/Cat Imperfect Rhyme: Also known as half-rhyme, off-rhyme, or slant rhyme. A rhyme in which there is only a partial matching of sounds. Ex: Move/Love |
Rhyme Scheme:
Definition: The pattern in which the rhymes occur. Each new rhyme is labeled with a new letter.
Ex: Three years she grew in sun and shower a
Then Nauture said, "A lovelier flower a
On earth was never sown b
This Child I to myself will take; c
She shall be mine, and I will make c
A Lady of my own." b
Definition: The pattern in which the rhymes occur. Each new rhyme is labeled with a new letter.
Ex: Three years she grew in sun and shower a
Then Nauture said, "A lovelier flower a
On earth was never sown b
This Child I to myself will take; c
She shall be mine, and I will make c
A Lady of my own." b
Lesson 1:
For each of the following passages:
1. I wander thro' each charter'd street
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
-William Blake, "London"
2. If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
3. "Hope" is the thing with feathers--
That perches in the soul--
And sings the song without the words--
And never stops--at all--
-Emily Dickenson, "Hope is the thing with feathers"
4. The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "The Splendor Falls"
5. It was in and about the Maritinmas time,
When the green leaves were a falling,
That Sir John Graeme, in the West Country,
Fell in love with Barbra Allan.
- Anonymous, "Bonny Barbara Allan"
6. Bald heads, forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed our in love's despair
To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.
-William Butler Yeats, "The Scholars"
7. O, what can ail thee, Knight at arms,
So haggard, and so woebegone?
The squirrel's granary is full
And the harvest's done.
-John Keats, "La Belle Dame sans Merci"
8. Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further our than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
- Stevie Smith, "Not Waving but Drowning"
9. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow 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.
-Robert Herrick, "To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time"
10. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness--
That thou, light winged Dryad of the trees,
In so melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
- John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
For each of the following passages:
- Mark the rhyme scheme, both with letters of the alphabet at the ends of lines and with the rhyme pattern of the stanza--e.g. abab.
- Name the kind(s) of rhyme that the passage uses: perfect rhyme or half rhyme.
- Mark any internal rhymes by underlining the rhyming words.
- Describe the effects of the rhyme on the tone and meaning of the passage.
1. I wander thro' each charter'd street
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
-William Blake, "London"
2. If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
3. "Hope" is the thing with feathers--
That perches in the soul--
And sings the song without the words--
And never stops--at all--
-Emily Dickenson, "Hope is the thing with feathers"
4. The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "The Splendor Falls"
5. It was in and about the Maritinmas time,
When the green leaves were a falling,
That Sir John Graeme, in the West Country,
Fell in love with Barbra Allan.
- Anonymous, "Bonny Barbara Allan"
6. Bald heads, forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed our in love's despair
To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.
-William Butler Yeats, "The Scholars"
7. O, what can ail thee, Knight at arms,
So haggard, and so woebegone?
The squirrel's granary is full
And the harvest's done.
-John Keats, "La Belle Dame sans Merci"
8. Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further our than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
- Stevie Smith, "Not Waving but Drowning"
9. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow 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.
-Robert Herrick, "To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time"
10. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness--
That thou, light winged Dryad of the trees,
In so melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
- John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"