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Definitions of octameters in various dictionaries:
noun - a verse line having eight metrical feet
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Create mots tortuously from long lines |
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Nov 30 2012 The Times - Specialist |
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Plural form of octameter. |
A line of verse consisting of eight metrical feet. |
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Octameter in poetry is a line of eight metrical feet. It is not very common in English verse. E.g.: - * Trochaic* Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary * Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore- * While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping * As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door * (Edgar Allan Poe, "The Raven")Iambic * * I am the very model of a modern Major-General, * I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral, * I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical * From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical; * I'm very well-acquainted, too, with matters mathematical, * I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical, * About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news, * With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse. * (W.S. Gilbert, "The Pirates of Penzance")Dactylic * * Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight, * The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger than dreams that fulfil us in sleep with delight; * The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops and branches that glittered and swayed * Such wonders and glories of blossomlike snow or of frost that outlightens all flowers till it fade * (A. C. Swinburne, "March: An Ode") |