Iambic: Amazing grace how sweet the sound, These growing feathers plucked from Caesar's wings, My life closed twice before its close, Trochaic: Double, double, toil and trouble, Tell me not in mournful numbers, Lord what fools these mortals be, Anapestic: And today that great Yertle, that marvelous he, And the sound of a voice that is still, It is better to fight for the good than to rave at the ill, Dactylic: Picture yourself in a boat on a river, This is the forest primeval, Love again, sing again, next again, young again,

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