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abab和 abxb，可以反复，最著名的如苏格兰农民诗人罗伯特·彭斯“红红的玫瑰”
O, my luve is like a red, red rose, [a]
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like the
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I
And I will luve thee still, my dear, [c]
Till a’the seas gang dry.
Till a’ seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun!
And I will luve thee till, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve.
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!
再如美国诗人朗费罗的“箭和歌”
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong [b]
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterwards, in an oak,
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end, [b]
I found again in the heart of a friend. [b]
吾矢射空，莫知堕处；
其飞甚疾，目不及顾。
吾歌绕空，莫知灭处；
声浪之行，目不得顾。
卒获吾歌，在彼友腹。
O, my luve is like a red, red rose, [a]
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like the
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I
And I will luve thee still, my dear, [c]
Till a’the seas gang dry.
Till a’ seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun!
And I will luve thee till, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve.
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!
再如美国诗人朗费罗的“箭和歌”
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong [b]
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterwards, in an oak,
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end, [b]
I found again in the heart of a friend. [b]
吾矢射空，莫知堕处；
其飞甚疾，目不及顾。
吾歌绕空，莫知灭处；
声浪之行，目不得顾。
卒获吾歌，在彼友腹。