1. Poetry Vocabulary The Basics

2. Stanza  A group of lines within a poem that go together  Stanzas may consist of anywhere from two or more lines

3. Quatrain  A four-line stanza  Common rhyme schemes in quatrains are AABB, ABAB, and AAAB  I wish I had no teachers. That’s what I’d like to see. I’d do whatever I wanted to, And nobody’d yell at me.

4. Rhyme Scheme  A pattern of lines that rhyme in poetry  There are many different common rhyme schemes: AABB, ABAB, and AAAB (to name a few) I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all difference - “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost ABAABABAAB

5. End Rhyme  The rhyming of words at the end of two or more lines of poetry  She always had to burn a light Beside her attic bed at night. - “The Night Light” by Robert Frost  Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow. -Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling

6. Internal Rhyme  The rhyming of words within one line of poetry  Jack Sprat could eat no fat  Peter Peter pumpkin eater

7. Refrain  Line, lines, or stanza repeated throughout a poem (like a “chorus” in a song)  Quote the raven, “Never more.” - “The Raven” by E.A. Poe Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.” But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Nevermore.”