A feminine rhyme is a rhyme that matches two or more syllables, usually at the end of respective lines. Often the final syllable is unstressed.
A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion...
But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.
at last he came to Night of Naught,
and passed, and never sight he saw
of shining shore nor light he sought.
"Praying for sleep, dreaming with a watering mouth, wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse, in this slaughtering house, caught up in bouts with the root of all evil. I've seen it turn beautiful people cruel and deceitful, and make them do shit illegal..."
So much to do and so little time! From rock'n'roll to the Far East via pretty much every point in between, there's a festival to suit you this summer. So what are you waiting for?
Jul 01, 2001; Hebridean Celtic Festival "The dance that spins like the linked planets round our dazzling suns". That's how the late poet Iain...