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Qafiya: The rhyming pattern. The radif is immediately preceded by words or phrases with the same end rhyme pattern, called the qafiya. Maqta': The last couplet of the ghazal is called the maqta '. It is common in ghazals for the poet's nom de plume, known as takhallus to be featured in the maqta '.
The best love poems offer respite and revivify; they remind me that I, too, love being alive. Soon the lilacs will bloom, but so briefly. Even more reason to seek them out and breathe in deep.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson "Tears, Idle Tears" is a lyric poem written in 1847 by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892), the Victorian-era English poet. Published as one of the "songs" in his The Princess (1847), it is regarded for the quality of its lyrics.
But by 1877 it is referred to as "the old nursery rhyme" in the course of a New Zealand parliamentary debate. [6] And in the US it was described as a "nursery jingle" in the 1914 edition of The Pottery & Glass Salesman. [7] The young Samuel Barber also included it among his "Nursery rhymes or Mother Goose rhymes set to music" (1918–22). [8]
A rhyme is a repetition of similar sounds (usually the exact same phonemes) in the final stressed syllables and any following syllables of two or more words. Most often, this kind of rhyming (perfect rhyming) is consciously used for a musical or aesthetic effect in the final position of lines within poems or songs. [1]
[10] [11] Rather than relying on end rhymes, rap rhyme schemes can have rhymes placed anywhere in the bars of music to create a structure. [12] There can also be numerous rhythmic elements which all work together in the same scheme [ 13 ] – this is called internal rhyme in traditional poetry, [ 14 ] though rap rhymes schemes can be anywhere ...
"Roses Are Red" is a love poem and children's rhyme with Roud Folk Song Index number 19798. [1] It has become a cliché for Valentine's Day , and has spawned multiple humorous and parodic variants. A modern standard version is: [ 2 ]
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide; The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet eyed, Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold; And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea, Sing in their high and lonely melody.