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  Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.

  These cherries grow, which none may buy

  nd rhyme, terminal rhyme.

• initial rhyme, head rhyme: Alliteration

• I nternal rhyme:

• leonine rhyme, medial rhyme: I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers

•  caesural rhyme, interlaced rhyme:

Sweet is the treading of wine, and sweet the feet of the dove;

But a goodlier gift is thine than foam of the grapes or love.

Rhyme patterns

1) couplets (aa);

2) triple (aaa);

3) cross(abab);

4) framing (abba)

4. Rhythm

1. iambic:

I looked upon the rotting sea.

And drew my eyes away.

2. trochee:

Would you ask me whence these stories

Whence these legends and traditions.

3. dactyl:

Cannon to right of them

Cannon to left of them.

4. amphibrach:

Talk not to me of a name great in story

The days of our youth are the days of our glory.

5. anapest:

Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove.

3. Analyze the following poems from the phonetic point of view. Define the rhyme and rhythm: the Ancient Mariner, The Roads Not Taken, Canterbury Tales, Sonnet 130.

Analyzing english poetry

1. What do you see in the picture?

2. Is a boy happy?

3. Do you agree that to be a chimney boy is a joyful thing?

4. Why then do you think a boy is happy?

Read a poem written by William Blake, answer the questions:

1. What is the poem about? What do you see? What do you hear? What do you feel?

2. What did the author want to tell us?

3. What distinct parts can we divide the poem into? What is contrasted in the poem?

4. What is the reason to repeat one word 4 times? What phonetic device is used there as well?

5. Why does the author compare a child with a lamb?

6. Is this a story of one boy only? Prove your idea.

7. What phonetic device is used in the extract ‘lock'd up in coffins of black’ and what for?

8. What is the rhyming pattern in the poem? Why did the author use another pattern in the end? What is the reason to use the eye rhyme?

William Blake The Chimney Sweeper

When my mother died I was very young,

And my father sold me while yet my tongue,

Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep,

So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head

That curled like a lambs back was shav'd, so I said.

Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare,

You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair

And so he was quiet & that very night.

As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight

That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack

Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black,

And by came an Angel who had a bright key

And he open'd the coffins & set them all free.

Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run

And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind.

They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.

And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,

He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark

And got with our bags & our brushes to work.

Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm

So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.