Vamos ler um trecho do Canto XII, de Paradise Lost, do poeta inglês, John Milton. Nesse trecho, percebemos Miguel tomando Adão e Eva pela mão e levando-os para fora do Paraíso.

So spake our Mother Eve, and Adam heard
Well pleas'd, but answer'd not; for now too nigh
Th' Archangel stood, and from the other Hill
To thir fixt Station, all in bright array
The Cherubim descended; on the ground
Gliding meteorous, as Ev'ning Mist
Ris'n from a River o're the marish glides,
And gathers ground fast at the Labourers heel
Homeward returning. High in Front advanc't,
The brandisht Sword of God before them blaz'd
Fierce as a Comet; which with torrid heat,
And vapour as the Libyan Air adust,
Began to parch that temperate Clime; whereat
In either hand the hastnin Angel caught
Our lingring Parents, and to th' Eastern Gate
Led them direct, and down the Cliff as fast
To the subjected Plaine; then disappeer'd.
LEONARD, John. "Introduction." Paradise Lost. New York: Penguin, 2000.

Sobre as rimas do trecho lido, podemos considerá-las:
Alternativas
Alternativa 1:
Ricas.

Alternativa 2:
Pobres.

Alternativa 3:
Interpoladas.

Alternativa 4:
Misturadas.

Alternativa 5:
Brancas.