Lyric Poem

 Elegy- “Blake’s Purest Daughter” by Brian Patten–elegy for the poet Stevie Smith
 Ode- “Ode to the West Wind” By Percy Bysshe Shelley
 Sonnet- “Remember” By Christina Rossetti

Dramatic Poem

 Tragedy- “Doctor Faustus” by Christopher Marlowe

 Comedy- “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” By William Shakespeare
 Tragic-Comedy - “All’s Well that Ends Well” By William Shakespeare
 Closed Drama- Robert Browning's Pippa Passes
 Masque- “Comus” by Milton, John

Narrative

 Epic-The Odyssey by Homer

 Ballad- Ballad of the Cool Fountain by Edwin Honig
 Tale- The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
 Metrical- 'Evangeline' composed by Henry Hadsworth Longfellow
 Romance- Tennyson's Idylls of the King by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Stanza

Couplet:

"Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,

Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope." - Sonnet 52

Tercet:

“O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,”

Quatrain:

“Spades take up leaves

No better than spoons,

And bags full of leaves

Are light as balloons.”

Cinquain:

Must she always walk with death, must she?

I went out and asked the sky

No, it said, no,

She‘ll do as I do, as I do

I go on forever

Sestet:

“And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!

That I shall never look upon thee more,

Never have relish in the faery power

Of unreflecting love! — then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.”

Septet:

"But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older that we —

Of many far wiser than we —

And neither the angels in Heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;"

-“Annabel Lee,” Edgar Allan Poe

Octave:

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Rhyme

Exact Rhyme
From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

Half/ Slant Rhyme

By shallow Rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

End Rhymes

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;

Internal Rhyme

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

Rhyme Scheme

A fool I was to sleep at noon, A

And wake when night is chilly B

Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A

A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A

A fool to snap my lily. B

Rhythm

Iamb

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Trochee

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

Spondee

With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;

Dactyl

“This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,”

(Evangeline, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

Anapest

And his hand is not weary of giving,

And the thirst of her heart is not fed

Tone and Mood

Depressing - sad, melancholic

Falling from darkness

To a place I don't know,

Everything's moving with no place to go.

I feel so alone and scared.

As I fall, I wonder, "Is anyone there?"

Comic-humorous; witty; entertaining; diverting

We love our dog with all our hearts,

But not so much her stinky farts.
Her doggy breath is less than fresh,
Yet we hug her nonetheless.

Loving- Affectionate

If you were my world, then I'd be your moon,

your silent protector, a night-light in the gloom.

Our fates intertwined, two bodies in motion

through time and space, our dance of devotion.

Imagery

Visual

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Auditory

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

Olfactory

They silently inhale

the clover-scented gale,

And the vapors that arise

From the well-watered and smoking soil

Tactile

The hand that held my wrist

Was battered on one knuckle;

Gustatory

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

Kinesthetic

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.

It was a small part of the pantomime.

Organic

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.

And so I dream of going back to be.

It’s when I’m weary of considerations,

And life is too much like a pathless wood

Figurative Language
Simile

White as an angel is the English child:

But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

Metaphor

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Personification

The sway of the branches and whistling of the winds,

as if they were calling my name.

Hyperbole

A hundred years should go to praise

Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast;

But thirty thousand to the rest.

Irony

Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

Alliteration- the l’s

Dragging the lazy languid line along

Sibilant Alliteration

Sit down a while

And let us  once again assail your ears,
That are  so fortified against our  story,
What we have two nights  seen.

Assonance

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Consonance
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;

Onomatopeia

“Oh, the bells, bells, bells!

What a tale their terror tells

Of Despair!

How they clang, and clash, and roar!

Repetition

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

Symbolism

“All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

they have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,”