Blank Verse

Blank verse is poetry written in regular metrical but unrhymed lines, almost always iambic pentameters.^[1] It has been described as "probably the most common and influential form that English poetry has taken since the 16th century"^[2] and Paul Fussell has estimated that "about three-quarters of all English poetry is in blank verse."^[3]

From Milton's 'Paradise Lost':

The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less then he
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th’ Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav’n. 

From Shakespeare's Hamlet:

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.…….