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Blank Verse and Free Verse

A great Prezi on the differences between Blank Verse and Free Ball

Hybras McNeil

on 18 April 2011

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Transcript of Blank Verse and Free Verse

Free Verse Versus Blank Verse Blank verse is unrhymed iambic pentameter Things that don't rhyme: Dog and sled Pants and hat Cold and paper Grape and iphone Stop and go Orange Iambic Pentameter A metric line used in verse Comprised of (right, Alexa?) five (penta) groups of syllables Each group of syllables has one stressed and one unstressed da-DUM Whoah! Free verse is poetry that has no consistent meter or rhyme scheme Poets who use Free verse often create rythm through refrains and clever useage of punctuation "No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job." –T.S. Eliot
"I've read some of your modern free verse and wonder... who set it free!"
–John Barrymore (who is this?) Example of Free verse The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves; 5
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do as much as the Soul?
And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul? I Sing the Body Electric by Walt Whitman Example of Blank vurze An excerpt from Macbeth by William Shakespeare Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Alex McNeil
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