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Refrain:
Refrain is a type of repetition found in poetry. In this type of repetition, a phrase, a line, or lines are repeated instead of a word.
Pronunciation Guide  
Refrain-- re (as in "remember")--fra (as in "phrase")-- in (as in "pain")  
In a refrain, a line can be repeated either with lines in between or not. Let us take the following poem by David Bates as an example:
Example:
Speak gently! – It is better far
     To rule by love, than fear
Speak gently– let not harsh words mar
     The good we might do here!
 
Speak gently! – Love doth whisper low
     The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship’s accents flow;
     Affection’s voice is kind.
 
Speak gently to the little child!
     Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild:-
     It may not long remain.
 
Speak gently to the young, for they
     Will have enough to bear –
Pass through this life as best they may,
     ‘T is full of anxious care!

Speak gently to the aged one,
       Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
      Let such in peace depart!
 
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
      Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
     Without an unkind word!
 
Speak gently to the erring – know,
     They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
     Oh, win them back again!
 
Speak gently! – He who gave his life
     To bend man’s stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
     Said to them, ‘Peace, be still.’
 
Speak gently! – ’tis a little thing
     Dropped in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
     Eternity shall tell.
"Speak gently" is the refrain in the poem. It is repeated constantly throughout the poem, with intervals (or lines in between).
 
Refrain used in the poem "Sea Fever":
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.