Posts Tagged ‘form’

O that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live,
Against this coming end you should prepare
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again after yourself’s decease
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gust of winter’s day
And barren rage of death’s eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
You had a father – let your son say so.

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My Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s form,
The frost of hermit Age might warm;
My Peggy’s worth, my Peggy’s mind,
Might charm the first of human kind. 

I love my Peggy’s angel air,
Her face so truly heavenly fair,
Her native grace, so void of art,
But I adore my Peggy’s heart. 

The lily’s hue, the rose’s dye,
The kindling lustre of an eye;
Who but owns their magic sway?
Who but knows they all decay?

The tender thrill, the pitying tear,
The generous purpose nobly dear
The gentle look that rage disarms –
These are all immortal charms.


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     What is it that makes poetry poetry?  What are the elements that distinguish poetry from prose?  I would start with these: rhyme, rhythm, alliteration (https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/05/20/alliteration-by-dennis-lange-2/), metaphor, simile, personification, and form (stanza and line).  I can think of something else, but I can’t quite word it.  Perhaps someone will come along and say it succinctly and add to the list as well.  I’m looking forward to your comments.

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