Tonight I return to my study, and it's gonna be a long night.
Because I'm studying the spondee, molossus and the bacchius. Consisting of long-long, long-long-long and long-long-short, respectively, the two provide a rare but striking drumbeat effect. Lepanto by G.K. Chesterton provides an example.
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard;
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips;
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
See if you can spot the molossi, bachii and spondii (




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Life is a poem,
It ebbs and flows.
Don't care if it pleases others,
And recall that it doesn't always rhyme.
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I speak without uttering a single word
To depict images for those who cannot see
Tell truths with lies in my theater of the absurd
Bread and circuses, inflections, melancholy
Come near so I may whisper of things unheard
Come, join the folly.
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