Poetic Feet

But I am done with apple-picking now.

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, / That host with their banners at sunset were seen:

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4

Just for a handful of silver he left us,

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland / In such an honour named.

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4

Tyger!  Tyger!  Burning bright / In the forests of the night

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4

I must finish my journey alone

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4

Leaped like the roe when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4

Tell me not in mournful numbers

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4

Higgledy piggledy, / Bacon, lord Chancellor.

• iambic
• trochaic
• anapestic
• dactylic

Tags

CCSS.RL.7.4