Blow, blow, thou winter wind

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

End Rhymes
Rhyming of the final words of lines in a poem. The following, for example, is from Seamus
Heaneys Digging :
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind

Eye Rhymes
Rhyme on words that look the same but which are actually pronounced differently for example
bough and rough. The opening four lines of Shakespeares Sonnet 18, for example, go :
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summers lease hath all too short a date:

Hark! Hark! The Lark

By : William Shakespeare

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise!
Rich Rhymes
Rhyme using two different words that happen to sound the same (i.e. homonyms)
for example raise and raze. The following example a triple rich rhyme is from
Thomas Hoods A First Attempt in Rhyme :
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;

CROSS RHYME
Rhyming pattern is ABAB , according to the last words
Commonly used in Welsh forms
ex : Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;