Rhyme Scheme

Rhyme Scheme
Rhyme scheme is the sequence in which the rhyme at the end of a line of poetry occurs. The first end sound is represented as the letter "a", the second is "b", etc.

  • Look at the ending words in each line and see the rhyme scheme of this poem: aabbccdd
  • Then look at the second poem with more than one stanza to see the rhyme scheme. Poets will usually repeat the rhyme scheme pattern throughout longer poems.
  • Finally, there is one for you to try. What is the rhyme scheme of the last poem?

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost


Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay



When the poem has more than one verse or stanza the stanzas will usually follow the same pattern of rhyme. Note the rhyme scheme in the following poem. Does each stanza follow the same pattern?


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost


Whose woods these are I think I know. a
His house is in the village though; a
He will not see me stopping here b
To watch his woods fill up with snow. a

My little horse must think it queer b
To stop without a farmhouse near b
Between the woods and frozen lake c
The darkest evening of the year. b

He gives his harness bells a shake c
To ask if there is some mistake. c
The only other sound's the sweep d
Of easy wind and downy flake. c

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, d
But I have promises to keep, d
And miles to go before I sleep. d
And miles to go before I sleep. d

Hence, the rhyme scheme is: aaba bbcb ccdc dddd


Now you try it. What is the rhyme scheme of the following poem?

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


   

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