1.

Couplet At once the nightingale,

Examples of Couplet: That wicked bird, came by,

When spring comes round with her magical
wand, And spoke these honied words:
And waves it over every field and pond,
"My lady, if you will,
I saw a little blue bird
I didn't even say a word I shall be your slave."

"You are my enemy:

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow in the corn. Begone, you are not true!"
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Green boughs no longer rest me,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
Nor any budding grove.
2. Narrative Poem (Ballad)
Clear springs, where there are such,
An early example is a selection from a ballad
entitled "Ballata 5" by Guido Cavalcanti which Turn muddy at my touch.
emphasizes the form and voice of the standard
ballad of the day: "That which befalls me in my I want no spouse to love
Lady's presence
Nor any children either.
“Bars explanation intellectual.
I forego that pleasure and their comfort too.
I seem to see a lady wonderful
No, leave me; you are false
Spring forth between her lips, one whom no
sense And wicked-vile, untrue!

Can fully tell the mind of,and one whence I'll never be your mistress!

Another, in beauty, springeth marvelous, I'll never marry you!

From whom a star goes forth and speaketh thus: 3. Lyric Poem/Sonnet

'Now my salvation is gone forth from thee.'" James DeFord

Italian Sonnet by James DeFord, written in
Anonymous Spanish Poet
1997:
Around the same time period, an anonymous
Spanish poet, thought to be a woman, crafted Turn back the heart you've turned away
"Ballad of the Cool Fountain." The intent of her
message can really only be understood by Give back your kissing breath
reading the entire poem:
Leave not my love as you have left
Fountain, coolest fountain,

Cool fountain of love, The broken hearts of yesterday

Where all the sweet birds come But wait, be still, don't lose this way
For comforting-but one,
Affection now, for what you guess
A widow turtledove,
May be something more, could be less
Sadly sorrowing,
 Accept my love, live for today.
4. Ode Poem
Pindaric Ode: Ode to Aphrodite - Sappho (c.
630-570 B.C.)  The wolves ran on through the evergreen
Deathless Aphrodite, throned in flowers,
Daughter of Zeus, O terrible enchantress,
With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my
spirit
Lady, not longer!
Hear anew the voice! O hear and listen!
Come, as in that island dawn thou camest,
Billowing in thy yoked car to Sappho
Forth from thy father's
Golden house in pity! ...
Horatian Ode: The Ship of State (Odes I, 14) -
Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Horace) (65-8
B.C.)
On Ship! New billows sweep thee out
Seaward. What wilt thou? Hold the port, be stout
See'st not thy mast
How rent by stiff Southwestern blast? 
Thy side, of rowers how forlorn?
Thine hull, with groaning yards, with rigging torn,
Can ill sustain
The fierce, and ever fiercer main;
5. Elegy
In Memory of W. B. Yeats
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973
He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost
deserted,
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.
Far from his illness
forests,
The peasant river was untempted by the
fashionable quays;
By mourning tongues
The death of the poet was kept from his poems.
But for him it was his last afternoon as himself,
An afternoon of nurses and rumours;
The provinces of his body revolted,
The squares of his mind were empty,
Silence invaded the suburbs,
The current of his feeling failed; he became his
admirers.
Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of
conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.
But in the importance and noise of to-morrow
When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the
floor of the
      Bourse,
And the poor have the sufferings to which they
are fairly
      accustomed,
And each in the cell of himself is almost
convinced of his
      freedom,
A few thousand will think of this day
As one thinks of a day when one did something
slightly unusual.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.
II
You were silly like us; your gift survived it all: With your unconstraining voice

The parish of rich women, physical decay, Still persuade us to rejoice;

Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

Now Ireland has her madness and her weather With the farming of a verse
still,
Make a vineyard of the curse,
For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives
Sing of human unsuccess
In the valley of its making where executives
In a rapture of distress;
Would never want to tamper, flows on south

From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,

In the deserts of the heart
Raw towns that we believe and die in; it
survives, Let the healing fountain start,

A way of happening, a mouth. In the prison of his days

Teach the free man how to praise.

III 6. Limerick

Earth, receive an honoured guest: Example was written about a Ballerina by Selina
Wallis,
William Yeats is laid to rest.

Let the Irish vessel lie

“There once was a girl Selina,

Emptied of its poetry. who wanted to be a ballerina.

She went on her toes,

In the nightmare of the dark and broke her nose.
All the dogs of Europe bark,
Then she became cleaner.”
And the living nations wait,
7. Free Verse
Each sequestered in its hate;
Feelings, Now by Katherine Foreman

Some kind of attraction that is neither

Intellectual disgrace
Animal, vegetable, nor mineral, a power not
Stares from every human face,
Solar, fusion, or magnetic
And the seas of pity lie
And it is all in my head that
Locked and frozen in each eye.
I could see into his

And find myself sitting there.

Follow, poet, follow right
 
To the bottom of the night,
Washed Away by Katherine Foreman
Nothing's changed except me and the facts Imposing, protecting, watching

And the sadness I didn't mean to start. Symbolizes wealth and power

But it feels different now you've said Fortress 

It's wrong, and I still can't see your point. 10. Concrete Poem

And I think as water runs over my hands that The Mouse's Tale
That's really all there is or can be. by Lewis Carroll
The gold is wearing off the infamous ring "Mine is a long and a sad tale!" said the Mouse,
turning to Alice, and sighing.
And something wears away from around my
heart. "It is a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking
down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; "but why
8. Haiku
do you call it sad?" And she kept on puzzling
Natsume Soseki about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that
her idea of the tale was something like this:—
Natsume Soseki (1867-1916) was a widely
respected novelist who also had many fairy tales "Fury said to
and haiku published. Here are three of examples
a mouse, That
of his haiku:
he met
The lamp once out
Cool stars enter in the
The window frame.
house,
Plum flower temple:
Voices rise 'Let us
From the foothills
both go
The crow has flown away:
swaying in the evening sun, to law:
a leafless tree.
I  will
9. Cinquin
prosecute
Snow
you.—
Snow
Come, I'll
Lovely, white
take no
Falling, dancing, drifting
denial;
Covering everything it touches
We must
Blanket 
have a
 
trial:
Castle
For
Castle
really
Strong, beautiful
this to

morning death.' "

I've "You are not attending!" said the Mouse to Alice,

severely. "What are you thinking of?"
nothing
"I beg your pardon," said Alice very humbly, "you
to do.' had got to the fifth bend, I think?"

Said the "I had not!" cried the Mouse sharply and very
angrily.
mouse to
"A knot!" said Alice, always ready to make
the cur, herself useful, and looking anxiously about her.
"Oh, let me help to undo it!"
'Such a
"I shall do nothing of the sort, said the Mouse,
trial, getting up and walking away. "You insult me by
talking such nonsense!"
dear sir,

With no

jury or

judge,

would be

wasting

our breath.'

'I'll be

judge,

I'll be

jury,'

Said

cunning

old Fury;

'I'll try

the whole

cause,

and

condemn

you