Quotes About Rhyme

Movement, growth, change, catabolism. Could music exist without passage, without progression, or poetry; could you speak a word and call it a rhyme without speaking more words? Could life exist … why, passage is very nearly a definition for life! A living thing changes by the moment and by each portion of each part of a moment; even when it sickens, even when it decays, it changes, and when it stops changing, it's—

Out on the foolish phrase, but there's a hard rhyming without it.

I think it is interesting to think about the absolute animal relish young people have for rhythm and rhyme.

The monotony of a long heroic poem may often be pleasantly relieved by judicious interruptions in the perfect succession of rhymes, just as the metre may sometimes be adorned with occasional triplets and Alexandrines.

Versification is, indeed, indispensable for music, but rhyme, solely for rhyming's sake, most pernicious.

I believe that these devices like repetition and rhyme are not artificial, that they're not imposed, somehow, on the language.

Hatred is just a funny and absurd rhyme with no tune.

You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.

How else do you think life happens? A series of coincidences and occurrences have to happen somehow. Our lives all crash and collide and you think there's no reason or rhyme to it? If there wasn't any reason for it all, what would be the point? Why do you think anything happens at all? There is an outcome, repercussions and occurrences to everybody you meet and everything you say.

At an early age, I understood music... the rhyme schemes, melodies and harmonies.

As a writer given to the old formalities of rhyme and meter, I sometimes feel endangered these days.

Take a simple name like Nicholas: you can rhyme it with ridiculous. If you aren't too meticulous. You know, every word's rhymable.

It's really hard to find a lot of things that rhyme with Michael Diamond.

Sing A Song Of Sixpence A Pocketful Of Lies

For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which like ships they steer their courses.

She hissed, right there behind my ear, and I had the horrible idea she was spitting maggots into my hair. Why maggots were a problem when I was about to be dead, I didn't know, but the idea completely grossed me out. "In the womb I heard you die, for no one lives when a banshee cries." I wasn't just going to die. I was going to be rhymed to death. That simply wasn't fair.

I learned that childhood rhyme or the dictum that demanded you scratch your head every time you heard a siren, lest the next siren be for you. But I do know when I started doing it, and now it's become second nature. Still, in a place like Manhattan, where the sirens are always blaring, it can become exhausting to keep up.

Pete and Repeat went out in a boat. Pete fell out. Who was saved?

This may wel be rym dogerel.

Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough bends the cradle will fall, Down comes the baby, cradle and all.

The commonest error made in relation to poetry is that it consists simply in verse-making. Many confound the casket of meter and rhyme with the jewel of thought which it encloses, and, perhaps, in some instances, after close investigation, they have found the casket empty and turned away with feelings of disappointment and disgust.

'Hound Dog' took like twelve minutes. That's not a complicated piece of work. But the rhyme scheme was difficult. Also the metric structure of the music was not easy. 'Kansas City' was maybe eight minutes, if that. Writing the early blues was spontaneous. You can hear the energy in the work.

No more rhymes now I mean it!" "Anybody want a peanut?" "AAHH!

Curse us eh/I'll make you pay!/I don't want to rhyme all day!