“He is gone | on the mount | -a~in
      He is lost | to the for | -est
    Like a sum | -mer-dried foun | -tain
      When our need | was the sor | -est. 
    The font, | reappear | -ing,
      From the rain | -drops shall bor | -r~ow,
    But to us | comes no cheer | -ing,
      Do Dun | -can no mor | -row!

    2.

    The hand | of the reap | -er
      Takes the ears | that are hoar | -y,
    But the voice | of the weep | -er
      Wails man | -hood in glo | -ry;
    The au | -tumn winds rush | -ing,
      Waft the leaves | that are sear | -est,
    But our flow’r | was in flush | -ing,
      When blight | -ing was near | -est.” 
        WALTER SCOTT:  Lady of the Lake, Canto iii, St. 16.

Example II.—­Exact Lines of Two Anapests.

   “Prithee, Cu | -pid, no more
    Hurl thy darts | at threescore;
    To thy girls | and thy boys,
    Give thy pains | and thy joys;
    Let Sir Trust | -y and me
    From thy frol | -ics be free.” 
       ADDISON:  Rosamond, Act ii, Scene 2; Ev.  Versif., p. 100.

Example III—­An Ode, from the French of Malherbe.

   “This An | -na so fair,
      So talk’d | of by fame,
    Why dont | she appear? 
      Indeed, | she’s to blame! 
    Lewis sighs | for the sake
      Of her charms, | as they say;
    What excuse | can she make
      For not com | -ing away? 
    If he does | not possess,
      He dies | with despair;
    Let’s give | him redress,
      And go find | out the fair”

    “Cette Anne si belle,
      Qu’on vante si fort,
    Pourquoi ne vient elle? 
      Vraiment, elle a tort! 
    Son Louis soupire,
      Apres ses appas;
    Que veut elle dire,
      Qu’elle ne vient pas? 
    S’il ne la possede,
      Il s’en va mourir;
    Donnons y remede,
      Allons la querir.” 
        WILLIAM KING, LL.  D.:  Johnson’s British Poets, Vol. iii, p. 590.

Example IV.—­’Tis the Last Rose of Summer.

    1.

    “’Tis the last | rose of sum | -m~er,
      Left bloom | -ing alone;
    All her love | -ly compan | -i~ons
      Are fad | -ed and gone;
    No flow’r | of her kin | -dr~ed,
      No rose | -bud is nigh,
    To give | back her blush | -_~es_,
      Or give | sigh for sigh.

    2.

    I’ll not leave | thee, thou lone | _~one!_
      To pine | on the stem! 
    Since the love | -ly are sleep | -_~ing_,
      Go, sleep | thou with them;
    Thus kind | -ly I scat | -t~er
      Thy leaves | o’er thy bed,
    Where thy mates | of the gar | -d~en
      Lie scent | -less and dead.

    3.