Robert Browning's "The Lost Leader" deplores Wordsworth's accepting the Laureate; he did it in a somewhat uncertain dactylic rhythm in which some of the lines end in dactyls, some in trochees, and some with a single stressed syllable--the latter two being instances of catalexis. On the whole, the poem is in alternating dactylic tetrameters and trimeters:

                            Life's night begins: let him never come back to us!
                              There would be doubt, hesitation and pain,
                            Forced praise on our part---the glimmer of twilight,
                              Never glad confident morning again!
                            Best fight on well, for we taught him---strike gallantly,
                              Menace our heart ere we master his own;
                            Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us,
                              Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne!