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"The measure, as used by the early Greeks, is essentially lyrical and impassioned. Mingled with other metres, it was constantly serviceable in choral writing, to which it was believed to give a stormy and mysterious character."
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In Greek and Latin poetry, a choriamb is a metron consisting of four syllables in the pattern long-short-short-long, that is, a trochee alternating with an iamb. Choriambs are one of the two basic metra that do not occur in spoken verse, as distinguished from true lyric or sung verse. The choriamb is sometimes regarded as the "nucleus" of Aeolic verse, because the pattern long-short-short-long pat
"The measure, as used by the early Greeks, is essentially lyrical and impassioned. Mingled with other metres, it was constantly serviceable in choral writing, to which it was believed to give a stormy and mysterious character."
"Swinburne even introduced it into English poetry:— Love, what ailed thee to leave life that was made lovely, we thought, with love? What sweet visions of sleep lured thee away, down from the light above?Such lines as these make a brave attempt to resuscitate the measured sound of the greater asclepiad."
"Professor Gilbert Murray, another good poet and Grecian, has kindly sent me verses composed in the same rhythm, but in what he ... believes was Sappho’s manner. An old eagle, a blind eagle, who waits hungry and cold and still; He seeks nothing, he fears nothing: he stands lone on a lonely hill."
"The heptaplet with [a different] formula ... is found in Burnss Where are The Joys, etc.: Where are the joys I have met in the morning, that danced to the larks early song? Where is the peace that awaited my wandring at evening the wild woods among."
"Rupert Brooke experimented with accentual versions of choriambs, ... Brooke came up with lines like: Light-foot dance in the woods, whisper of life, woo me to wayfaring"
"The choriambic hexaplet is the basis of the following lines from Swinburnes Hesperia: Out of the golden remote wild west where the sea without shore is, Full of the sunset, and sad, if at all, with the fulness of joy, As a wind sets in with the autumn that blows from the region of stories, Blows with a perfume of songs and of memories beloved from a boy."
"The charm of Swinburne’s ‘Choriambics’ is undeniable: Large red lilies of love, sceptral and tall, lovely for eyes to see; Thornless blossom of love, full of the sun, fruits that were reared for thee."