§ =279.= Among =stanzas of nine lines=, those with parallel rhymes must again be mentioned first; as e.g. a strophe on the scheme _a a b b c c d d₄ d₅_, in Akenside, Book I, Ode X, _To the Muse_ (Poets, ix. 780). Other stanzas occurring also in more recent poetry (Wordsworth, W. Scott) are on the schemes _a a b b₄ c c₂ c d d₄_, _a a b b c₄ d₃ c c₄ d₃_, _a₄ b₃ a a₄ b₃ c c d D₄_. For examples see _Metrik_, ii, § 421. Similar stanzas, also with an isometrical first part, but with crossed rhymes, are not very often met with. The schemes are _a b a b₄ c c₂ c d d₄_, _a b a b c c d d₄ d₅_, _a b a b b c b b₄ c₃_, _a b a b c d c d₄ e₂_, _a₄ b₃ a a₄ b₃ c ~ d c ~ d₄_, &c. Specimens of them are also found in modern poets, as in Moore, Burns, Walter Scott, &c. For examples see _Metrik_, ii, § 422. More frequently stanzas occur with an anisometrical first and last part and crossed rhymes in each of them; the schemes are _a₄ b₅ a₄ b₅ c₄ d₃ c₅ d d₄_, _a₅ b₂ a₅ b₂ c c₅ d d₂ c₄_, _a₄ b₂ a₄ b₂ c₄ d d₂ c c₄_. The most popular, however, are those stanzas in which one or other of the two main parts consists of Septenary verses; they are of frequent occurrence in Burns and other modern poets; a stanza on the scheme _a₄ b₃ a₄ b₃ c₄ d ~₃ c₄ d ~₃ r₂_, e.g., is found in Burns, _The Holy Fair_ (p. 14): _Upon a simmer Sunday morn, When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff' the caller air. The risin' sun, owre Galston muirs, Wi' glorious light was glintin; The hares were hirplin down the furrs, The lav'rocks they were chantin Fu' sweet that day._ For similar examples see _Metrik_, ii, § 424. Other stanzas are formed by combination with a complete or a shortened tail-rhyme stanza; so that we have schemes like _a a₄ b₃ c c₄ b₃ d d d₄_, _a ~ a ~ b c ~ c ~ b₄ d ~ d ~₂ b₄_, _a a₂ b₄ c c₂ b₄ d d₂ b₄_. They occur in Carew (_Poets_, iii. 709), Dryden (p. 368), and Thackeray (p. 237). The formula _a₄ b₃ a₄ b₃ c d c c₄ d₃_ we find in Campbell (p. 82), _a₄ b₃ a₄ b₃ c c₄ b₃ d d₄_ in Byron's _Ode to Napoleon_ p. 273): _'Tis done--but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive-- And now thou art a nameless thing; So abject--yet alive! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strew'd our earth with hostile bones, And can he thus survive? Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star, Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far._ For other specimens see _Metrik_, ii, §§ 424, 425.