Is the end of what's under the Pole;
A philosopher takes it with grátitude,
And believes it the best on the whole.—Byron.
[§ 536]. Metres where there is no rhyme are called blank metres.
Of man's first disobedience and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse!—Milton.