1. MORE EXAMPLES POETRY TERMS EXPLOSION

2. ANTITHESIS Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice. Many are called, but few are chosen. Integrity without knowledge is weak and useless, and knowledge without integrity is dangerous and dreadful. Man proposes, God disposes. Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing. We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools. The strong master gives his judgment and goes home; the weak servant collects his key and goes to jail. To err is human, to forgive, divine. Many are called, but few are chosen. One small step for a man, one giant leap for all mankind. Speech is silver, but Silence is Gold. Brutus: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Patience is bitter, but it has a sweet fruit.

3. BALLAD METER Rhyme ABAB or ABCB Alternating lines of iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter. That means they sound something like this (ahem): daDUM daDUM daDUM daDUM / daDUM daDUM daDUM. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see!

4. MORE BALLAD METER (A portion of “Because I could not stop for death” by Dickinson) Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –

5. END STOPPED VS. ENJAMBMENT Here's an example of end-stopped lines in poetry, taken from John Keats's "Bright Star": Bright Star, would I were as steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

6. END STOPPED VS. ENJAMBMENT From “i carry your heart with me(i carry it in) by e.e. cummings: i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

7. WHICH OF THESE IS A HEROIC COUPLET? Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble! -Macbeth And as he fell did Romeo turn and fly, This is the truth, or let Benvolio die! -Romeo and Juliet

8. WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN… Metonymy Synecdoche All synechdoches are metonymy, but not all metonymies are synecdoches!

9. ITALIAN SONNET FOURTEEN LINES: 2 quatrains of abba, 2 tercets of cdc OR cde Who will in fairest book of Nature know How Virtue may best lodged in Beauty be, Let him but learn of Love to read in thee, Stella, those fair lines, which true goodness show. There shall he find all vices' overthrow, Not by rude force, but sweetest sovereignty Of reason, from whose light those night-birds fly; That inward sun in thine eyes shineth so. And not content to be Perfection's heir Thyself, dost strive all minds that way to move, Who mark in thee what is in thee most fair. So while thy beauty draws the heart to love, As fast thy Virtue bends that love to good. "But, ah," Desire still cries, "give me some food." 965 (Blue literature book)

10. SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET FOURTEEN LINES, Iambic pentameter, ABAB CDCD EFEF GG That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed, whereon it must expire, Consumed by that which it was nourished by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

11. VILLANELLE 19 LINES, 5 tercets of aba, final quatrain of abaa 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 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 that 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.