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sea, And upward to the brooks that, through the year, Prattle to the cool valleys. I would know What races drink their waters; how their chiefs Bear rule, and how men worship there, and how They build, and to what quaint device they frame, Where sea and river meet, their stately ships; What flowers are in their gardens, and what trees Bear fruit within their orchards; in what garb Their bowmen meet on holidays, and how Their maidens bind the waist and braid the hair.'" (In this quotation we have blank verse; that is, verse that does not rhyme. It is iambic pentameter,--the most common verse in great English poetry. What poems are you familiar with that use this verse-form?) 8. "A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the rustling sails And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. "O for a soft and gentle wind; I heard a fair one cry; But give to me the snoring breeze And white waves heaving high; And white waves heaving high, my lads, The good ship tight and free-- The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we. "There's tempest in yon horned moon, And lightning in yon cloud; But hark the music, mariners! The wind is piping loud; The wind is piping loud, my boys, The lightning flashes free-- While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea." 9. "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-- ''T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-- Only this, and nothing more.'" 10. "Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old-fashioned country-seat, Across its antique portico Tall poplar trees their shadows throw; And from its station in the hall An ancient timepiece says to all,-- 'Forever--never! Never--forever!'" 11. "Listen, my chi
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