Quotes About Rhyme

Beans, beans, the musical fruit, The more you eat, the more you toot.

Now there's a good course title, 'The Mystery in Art History.' It even rhymes.

The Days were a clan that mighta lived long But Ben Day's head got screwed on wrong That boy craved dark Satan's power So he killed his family in one nasty hour Little Michelle he strangled in the night Then chopped up Debby: a bloody sight Mother Patty he saved for last Blew off her head with a shotgun blast Baby Libby somehow survived But to live through that ain't much a life —SCHOOLYARD RHYME, CIRCA 1985

I don't write down my experiences, but I have a very decent memory. I have tons of books in which I write down phrases as they occur to me. That's how I write songs. I'll need a line and I'll go through the books and find it, the right rhyme and everything.

Dr. Atkinson thinks it was as far away as two thousand years ago that the Irish began to grace their then ancient poetic art with their new Invention of rhyme. From the Latin verses of Colm and other earliest Irish saints, we have positive proof that, anyhow, rhyme was in use in Ireland in the very earliest Christian times — both vowel rhyme (assonance) and consonantal rhyme called comharda.

The first English poet to use rhyme — in his Latin verse — was Aldhelm, in the eighth century, who, it will be noted, was a pupil of the Irish monk, Mael-dubh, whose school was on the site of the present English city of Malmesbury.

Some noted Continental scholars such as Zeuss and Nigra, agree with leading Irish authorities that it was the ancient Irish who invented rhyme — and introduced it, through the Latin, to the countries of Europe.

Jesus this song you wrote The words are sticking in my throat Peace on Earth Hear it every Christmas time But hope and history won't rhyme So what's it worth? This peace on Earth

You know I used to be the back porch poet with my book of lines, always hoping knowing all the time, I'm probably never gonna find the perfect rhyme. . .For heavier things

A wonderful stream is the River Time As it runs through the realms of Tears With a faultless rhythm and a musical rhyme As it blends with the ocean of Years.

I love poetry. I love rhyming. Do you know, there are poets who don't rhyme? Shakespeare did not rhyme most of the time, and that's why I do not like him.

No matter what the world claims, its wisdom always growing, so it's said, some things don't alter with time: the first kiss is a good example, and the flighty sweetness of rhyme.

Jack opened his eyes. They were wearing their own clothes again. A lightning bug blinked inside the growing darkness of the tree house. Annie picked up Morgan's note. She repeated the rhyme: To find a special magic, You must

folk-tales are, at best, generally no more than lies set in rhyme.

O lovely O most charming pug Thy gracefull air and heavenly mug ... His noses cast is of the roman He is a very pretty weoman I could not get a rhyme for roman And was obliged to call it weoman.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm stranded in the wrong time where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme

The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!"And the calico cat replied "Mee-ow!"The air was littered, an hour or so,With bits of gingham and calico.

They say history doesn't repeat itself, but it rhymes.

A lot of rap music can get repetitive.

I think of myself as a reporter. I just rhyme my reports and give them a beat.

I love an imperfect rhyme.

In my poetry a rhyme Would seem to me almost insolent. Inside me contend Delight at the apple tree in blossom And horror at the house-painter's speeches. But only the second Drives me to my desk.

WHITLOCK 2 (to VRIL): In my humble opinion, Be off to oblivion! Their tears crocodilian Will dry here below. Your act is vaudevillian, Your faults are octillion! Your manners reptilian Would shock a Brazilian! Alas, but a Vrillian's a pitiful beau! A despicable, fickle, unprintable foe! LADY CADENCE: (still in the grip of VRIL) Mr. Cartwright, my most mannered acquaintances hail from Brazil. WHITLOCK 2: My apologies, Your Ladyship. It's a difficult rhyme.

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme, sometime the lies get millions of views, funerals for little girls is that appealing to you?