The Literary World

Definition:

Rhyme is the repetition of same letter or words (identical) at the end of the sentence or lines.

In other words, the repetition of similar or identical sounds at regular intervals usually those words at the end of the lines or sentences are called rhyme.

What is the importance of rhyme in poetry?

The rhymes play specifically very important role in poetry

• The importance of rhyme in poetry is related to its sound and pattern
• The recurrence of the same sequence of sounds has a pleasing effect in poetry
• Rhyme marks the end of the line and binds the lines together
• Rhyme pays attention to the sound of words
• Rhymes in poetry, function as makers signaling the end of a rhythmical unit

Rhymes not just make a poem beautiful but it helps to memorize and boost our memory.

Rhymes as generally consist same identity of sounds; let`s understand with example

                  Faith is not built on disquisitions vain;

                 The things we must believe are few or plain

In above lines, as you can see the last word of both lines has similar identity and sound like; vain and plain therefore they are rhyming words.

                We loved, sir- used to meet;

               How sad and bad and mad it was

               But then how it was sweet

In the above words `sad`,  `bad` and `mad` in the given lines are rhyming in the same line. And the words meet and sweet at the end of the lines.

What are the different types of rhyme?

There are different types of rhyme use in poetry:

• Masculine rhyme
• Feminine Rhyme
• Perfect Rhyme
• Slant Rhyme
• Eye Rhyme
• End Rhyme

Now let`s practice:

Time doth transfixe the flourish set on youth,

And delves the parallels in beauties brow,

Feeds on the rarities of nature`s truth,

And nothing stands but for his scieth to mow,

He first sank to the bottom like his works,

But soon rose to the surface- like himself,

For all corrupted things are buoy`d, like corks,

By their own rottenness, light as an elf,

Or wisp that flits O`er a morass,

Through the window I see no star

Something more near

Though deeper within darkness

Entering loneliness

Across clearings, an eye,

A widening deepening greenness,

Brilliantly, concentratedly,

Coming about its own business,

Shall I compare thee to a summer`s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer`s lease hath all too short a date:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow`st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander`st in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou grow`st;

True and false fears let us refrain,

Let us nobly, `and live, and add again

Years and years unto years, till we attain

To write threescore, this is the second of our reign.