For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which like ships they steer their courses.
Leonora, Leonora, How the word rollsLeonora Lion-like, in full-mouthed sound, Marching o'er the metric ground With a tawny tread sublime; So your name moves, Leonora, Down my desert rhyme.
Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.
the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Those blessed structures, plot and rhyme whyare they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not recalled?
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
I will sing no more songs: the pride of my country I sang Through forty long years of good rhyme, without any avail; And no one cared even as much as the half of a hang For the song or the singer, so here is an end of the tale.
But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.
The more rhymethere isin poetry the more dangerof its tricking the writer into something other than the urge in the beginning.
I was promised on a time, To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
But here I am in Kent and Christendom, Among the Muses, where I read and rhyme.
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