Metrical Feet
- TROCHEE trips from long to short;
- From long to long in solemn sort
- Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill able
- Ever to come up with Dactyl’s trisyllable.
- Iambics march from short to long.
- With a leap and a bound the swift Anapests throng.
- One syllable long, with one short at each side,
- Amphibrachys hastes with a stately stride —
- First and last being long, middle short, Amphimacer
- Strikes his thundering hoofs like a proud high-bred Racer.
- If Derwent be innocent, steady, and wise,
- And delight in the things of earth, water, and skies;
- Tender warmth at his heart, with these meters to show it,
- WIth sound sense in his brains, may make Derwent a poet —
- May crown him with fame, and must win him the love
- Of his father on earth and his father above.
- My dear, dear child!
- Could you stand upon Skiddaw, you would not from its whole ridge
- See a man who so loves you as your fond S.T. Colerige.
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