Group Poem Exercise VII
Group Poem Exercise VII
This will be a poem about the love of books, consisting of 24 lines, arranged in 6 stanzas of 4 lines each. It will be in iambic pentameter, rhyming ABBA, CDDC, EFFE etc. The first line of the poem will contain a word ending in A, the second a word ending in B, and so on through the alphabet (excluding J and Q). These words (which can come anywhere in the line, but must be at least 3 letters long) should be shown in bold. As usual, please copy the earlier lines when you post. The title and first line are as follows:
ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
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- Great Grand Panjandrum
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ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Regards//Larry
"To preserve liberty, it is essential that the whole body of the people always possess arms, and be taught alike, especially when young, how to use them."
-- Attributed to Richard Henry Lee
"To preserve liberty, it is essential that the whole body of the people always possess arms, and be taught alike, especially when young, how to use them."
-- Attributed to Richard Henry Lee
ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
Ars longa, vita brevis
ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
Ars longa, vita brevis
ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
To tell their fortune, be it bright or bleak
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
To tell their fortune, be it bright or bleak
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- Great Grand Panjandrum
- Posts: 4423
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ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
To tell their fortune, be it bright or bleak
My oracles are books, all of which speak
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
To tell their fortune, be it bright or bleak
My oracles are books, all of which speak
Ars longa, vita brevis
ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
To tell their fortune, be it bright or bleak
My oracles are books, all of which speak
Profound but cryptic wisdom in each line.
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
To tell their fortune, be it bright or bleak
My oracles are books, all of which speak
Profound but cryptic wisdom in each line.
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- Great Grand Panjandrum
- Posts: 4423
- Joined: Fri Oct 09, 2009 6:16 pm
- Location: Land of the Flat Water
ODE TO BOOKS
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
To tell their fortune, be it bright or bleak
My oracles are books, all of which speak
Profound but cryptic wisdom in each line.
One volume lauds the innate good of man
I have a mania for well-bound tomes
With gilded spines embracing noun and verb
A bibliophilic urge I cannot curb
'Twould drive, I fear, most spouses from their homes.
Yet, though I love my mate with all my heart
I ogle those stout volumes on my shelf
And whisper “darling darlings” to myself
As maudlin aesthetes gush at works of art.
In Greece, men went to Delphi for a sign
To tell their fortune, be it bright or bleak
My oracles are books, all of which speak
Profound but cryptic wisdom in each line.
One volume lauds the innate good of man
Ars longa, vita brevis
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