1. Rhythm (980) Meter Prosody—metrical elements of the poem
Scansion—measuring the stresses in a line to determine the pattern
Foot
Iamb a-way
Trochee love-ly
Anapest un-der-stand
Dactyl des-per-ate
Spondee dead set
Pyrrhic
Rising and falling

2. Iambic pentameter
Blank verse—unrhymed iambic pentameter (Shakespeare)
Masculine and feminine endings
Caesura
End-stopped line
Run-on line or enjambment

3. A Bird came down the Walk (328) Emily Dickinson, A Bird came down the Walk— He did not know I saw— He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass— And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass— He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all around— They looked like frightened Beads, I thought— He stirred his Velvet Head
Like one in danger, Cautious, I offered him a Crumb And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home— Than Oars divide the Ocean, Too silver for a seam— Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon Leap, plashless as they swim.

4. Delight in Disorder Robert Herrick, A sweet disorder in the dresse Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse: A Lawne about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction: An erring Lace, which here and there Enthralls the Crimson Stomacher: A Cuffe neglectfull, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly: A winning wave (deserving Note) In the tempestuous petticote: A careless shooe-string, in whose tye I see a wilde civility: Doe more bewitch me, then when Art Is too precise in every part.

5. Song: ‘Still to be neat, still to be drest’ (from Epicæne) By Ben Jonson (1572–1637) [From Epicæne; or, The Silent Woman, Act I, Sc. 1; 1609.] STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art’s hid causes are not found, 5 All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me 10 Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.