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Metre Rhythmic beat of poetry

Mnemonic Iambus comes with steady pace, Swift the Trochee takes its place, Following Dactyl on pattering feet, The Amphibrach next with its stressed middle beat, But the last in the line and not least is the rare Anapest.

Iambic Metre Most simple and most commonly occurring metre. Unstressed + Stressed I- am- bus comes with stea- dy pace

Lord Byron- “She Walks In Beauty Like the Night” She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Trochaic Metre Reverse of Iamb. Stressed + Unstressed Swift the tro- chee takes its place

Shakespeare- Macbeth (4.1) Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Dactylic Metre Often used to add pace to a poem. Likely to have polysyllabic words. Stressed + Unstressed + Unstressed. Foll- ow- ing Dac- tyl on patt- er ing feet

Robert Browning- “The Lost Leader” Just for a handful of silver he left us Just for a riband to stick in his coat

Amphibrachic Metre Less used than above three. Unstressed + Stressed + Unstressed The Am- phi- brach next with its stressed mid- -dle beat

Dr. Seuss- If I Ran The Circus All ready to put up the tents for my circus I think I will call it the Circus McGurkus And NOW comes an act of Enormous Enrormance! Now former performers performed this performance!

Anapaestic Metre Rising tri-syllabic metre. Unstressed + Unstressed + Stressed And the last in the line but not least is the rare An- a- paest

Clement Clark Moore- “A Visit from St. Nicholas” Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Pyrrhic and Spondee Often used together Pyrrhic- Unstressed + Unstressed Spondee- Stressed + Stressed

Tennyson- Ulysses This is my son, my own Telemachus To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle, Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good.

Hiawatha Through the tranquil air of morning, First a single line of darkness, Then a denser, bluer vapor, Then a snow-white cloud unfolding, Like the tree-tops of the forest, Ever rising, rising, rising, Till it touched the top of heaven, Till it broke against the heaven And rolled outward all around it.