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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Metrical Feet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Trochee trips from long to short; <br>From long to long in solemn sort <br>Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill able <br>Ever to come up with Dactyl's trisyllable. <br>Iambics march from short to long. <br>With a leap and a bound the swift Anapests throng. <br>One syllable long, with one short at each side, <br>Amphibrachys hastes with a stately stride -- <br>First and last being long, middle short, Amphimacer <br>Strikes his thundering hoofs like a proud high-bred Racer. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=512792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If Derwent be innocent, steady, and wise, <br>And delight in the things of earth, water, and skies; <br>Tender warmth at his heart, with these meters to show it, <br>WIth sound sense in his brains, may make Derwent a poet -- <br>May crown him with fame, and must win him the love <br>Of his father on earth and his father above. <br>My dear, dear child! <br>Could you stand upon Skiddaw, you would not from its whole ridge <br>See a man who so loves you as your fond S.T. Colerige.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a></strong></div>

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