<span>BLANK VERSE - 1. I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. (Robert Frost, "Mending Wall")</span><span>
BLANK VERSE - 4.It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. ( Alfred Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses")
</span><span>BALLAD STANZA - 2. The king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude-reid wine: O quhar will I get guid sailòr, To sail this schip of mine. (Anonymous, "Sir Patrick Spens")
BALLAD STANZA - 3. The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din. ( Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner") </span>