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Transcript of Elegy
"I have not lost my rings, my purse,
My gold, my gems-my loss is worse,
One that the stoutest heart must move.
My pet, my joy, my little love,
My tiny kitten, my Belaud,
I lost, alas, three days ago.”
"Elegy on His Cat" by Joachim Du Bellay
A.K.A Half Rhyme, Near Rhyme and Imperfect Rhyme.
The words come near rhyming but don't actually rhyme.
Emily Dickinson used this in her work frequently.
Elegy, Slant Rhyme, and Enjambment
Trying to remember
The days we were together.
Towards the end you so slender.
Will always miss the adventures
Of Cowboy Bob looking for treasure.
A poem of serious reflection.
Usually a sad or nostalgic poem morning the dead or a tragic event.
You and me baby ain't nothing but
So let's do it like they do on the
The Bloodhound Gang, "The Bad Touch" (1999)
Is a continuation of a thought going into the next couplet, or stanza of a poem without pause. Could be used to create interest.
Could be considered a run-on.
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities; but I have
That honourable grief lodged here which burns Worse than tears drown.
-Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at
- Emily Dickinson
When have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long wavering
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most noble
-Lines Written in Dejection, by William Butler Yeats