Sharkán
01-14-2006, 09:15 PM
For the now please be lenient in reviewing and critiquing these meagre samples. I'm still relatively new here.
Dawn yet did stray behind the dusky mount,
That never once the sun might play on fount,
On lawn or grain or vine, these few to name,
But must with star and hornèd moon make game:
O doff thy fears! he rose as yesterday,
For [originally "and"] no thing might obstruct his steady way;
Within the town came those of early rise,
Without those of no home, ye might surmise.
And those who did these institutions tend,
Some lawn or grain or vine -- all fit to mend --
Rose quick after the first, to work their land,
For in that place to find some other hand
At work upon the plot of such a man,
Might that not be against the Maker's plan?
For Once A Good Rhyming Work (1/9/2006)As you can see I favor iambic pentameter: I attribute my love of it to Milton, Chaucer, Marlowe, and of course to Shakespeare. This work I don't so much count as a "final piece", but more as an exercise. And as to blank verse I favor it all the more.
’Twas with the twinkling of an eye,
And in such time what things can pass,
Our hero dwelt upon his quest,
The theme thereof, besides, ’twould seem:
How now the road he did traverse?
The very thought call'd futile still?
What of those in the town he left,
Did they think him as one asleep?
This is also an exercise. An exercise in unrhymed tetrameter. I mostly tried this after inspiration from a translation into English of the Kalevala, the Finnish epic poem. I have some Finnish heritage, and it is an handsome poem to say the least. Well, that's about it. Thanks in advance for any helpful reviews.
Dawn yet did stray behind the dusky mount,
That never once the sun might play on fount,
On lawn or grain or vine, these few to name,
But must with star and hornèd moon make game:
O doff thy fears! he rose as yesterday,
For [originally "and"] no thing might obstruct his steady way;
Within the town came those of early rise,
Without those of no home, ye might surmise.
And those who did these institutions tend,
Some lawn or grain or vine -- all fit to mend --
Rose quick after the first, to work their land,
For in that place to find some other hand
At work upon the plot of such a man,
Might that not be against the Maker's plan?
For Once A Good Rhyming Work (1/9/2006)As you can see I favor iambic pentameter: I attribute my love of it to Milton, Chaucer, Marlowe, and of course to Shakespeare. This work I don't so much count as a "final piece", but more as an exercise. And as to blank verse I favor it all the more.
’Twas with the twinkling of an eye,
And in such time what things can pass,
Our hero dwelt upon his quest,
The theme thereof, besides, ’twould seem:
How now the road he did traverse?
The very thought call'd futile still?
What of those in the town he left,
Did they think him as one asleep?
This is also an exercise. An exercise in unrhymed tetrameter. I mostly tried this after inspiration from a translation into English of the Kalevala, the Finnish epic poem. I have some Finnish heritage, and it is an handsome poem to say the least. Well, that's about it. Thanks in advance for any helpful reviews.