A course of modern english lexicology

simple rhyme: stone – alone – own
compound rhyme: favourite – savour it; bucket – pluck it

3. PATTERNS OF RHYME

According to the position of the rhyming lines a few typical patterns of rhyme are distinguished:
• adjacent rhyme (aabb);
• crossing rhyme (abab);
• ring rhyme (abba).
There are some features of traditional rhyming in the English poetry. One of them is the use of ‘eye-rhyming’. Properly speaking, they are not rhymes: the endings are pronounced quite differently, but the spelling of the endings is identical or similar (home – come, now – grow, woods – floods).
As mentioned above, rhymes usually occur in the final words of verse lines.
Sometimes, though, the final word rhymes with a word inside the line. This is called ‘inner rhyme’ (I am the daughter of earth and water (Shelley)).
Rhymeless lines are called ‘blank verse’.

Patterns of Rhyme adjacent rhyme: Loveliest of trees the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. (from “Loveliest of Trees” by A.E. Housman) crossing rhyme: White doves of Cytherea, by your quest Across the blue Heaven's bluest highest air, And by your certain homing to Love's breast, Still to be true and ever true – I swear. (from “the Pledge” byAdelaide Crapsey) ring rhyme: Ye fellowship that sing the woods and spring, Poets of joy that sing the day's delight, Poets of youth that 'neath the aisles of night Your flowers and sighs against the lintels fling… (from “To the Raphaelite Latinists” by Weston Llewmys, translated by Ezra Pound) inner rhyme: Once upon a midnight dreadry, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more.” (from “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe) eye rhyme: All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with compare, Myself corrupting salving thy amiss, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are… (from William Shakespeare, Sonnet 35) blank verse: Look up… From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind… look up, and scent The snow! (from “the Snow” by Adelaide Crapsey)