The rudiment of verse may, possibly, be found in the spondee.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Lord help my poor soul.
I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect - in terror.
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
Once upon a midnight dreary