For a Grotto

Mark Akenside (1721–1770) · 1744

iambic pentameter · unrhymed · 18 lines · from The Poetical Works of Mark Akenside

To me, whom in their lays the shepherds callActaea, daughter of the neighbouring stream,This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine,Which o'er the rocky entrance downward shoot,Were placed by Glycou. He with cowslips pale,Primrose, and purple lychnis, deck'd the greenBefore my threshold, and my shelving wallsWith honeysuckle cover'd. Here at noon,Lull'd by the murmur of my rising fount,I slumber; here my clustering fruits I tend;Or from the humid flowers, at break of day,Fresh garlands weave, and chase from all my boundsEach thing impure or noxious. Enter in,O stranger, undismay'd. Nor bat, nor toadHere lurks; and if thy breast of blameless thoughtsApprove thee, not unwelcome shalt thou treadMy quiet mansion; chiefly, if thy nameWise Pallas and the immortal Muses own.

Words in this poem

neighbouring a.
Living or being near; adjacent; as, the neighboring nations or countries.
shelving a.
Sloping gradually; inclining; as, a shelving shore.
shalt
2d per. sing. of Shall.
mansion n.
A dwelling place, -- whether a part or whole of a house or other shelter. [OF. mansion, F. maison, fr. L. mansio a staying, remaining, a dwelling, habitation, fr. manere, mansum, to stay, dwell; akin to Gr. Manse, Manor, Menagerie, Men]
pallas n.
Pallas Athene, the Grecian goddess of wisdom, called also Athene, and identified, at a later period, with the Roman Minerva.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

For a Grotto is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poetical Works of Mark Akenside, Project Gutenberg ebook #9814; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Mark Akenside, For a Grotto, in The Poetical Works of Mark Akenside (1744), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #9814, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/akenside-poems/for-a-grotto.html, id L09543.

Form and metre

For a Grotto is 18 lines in a single verse paragraph. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 44% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
To me, whom in their lays the shepherds call10·······/˘·
Actaea, daughter of the neighbouring stream,10··/˘··/˘˘·
This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine,10··˘/······
Which o'er the rocky entrance downward shoot,10···/˘/˘/˘·
Were placed by Glycou. He with cowslips pale,10·······/˘·
Primrose, and purple lychnis, deck'd the green10/··/˘/˘···
Before my threshold, and my shelving walls10···/···/˘·
With honeysuckle cover'd. Here at noon,10·/˘·˘/˘···
Lull'd by the murmur of my rising fount,10···/˘··/˘·
I slumber; here my clustering fruits I tend;10·/˘··/˘···
Or from the humid flowers, at break of day,10···/˘/····
Fresh garlands weave, and chase from all my bounds10·/˘·······
Each thing impure or noxious. Enter in,10··˘/·/˘/˘·
O stranger, undismay'd. Nor bat, nor toad10·/˘·······
Here lurks; and if thy breast of blameless thoughts10·······/˘·
Approve thee, not unwelcome shalt thou tread10˘/··˘/˘···
My quiet mansion; chiefly, if thy name10·/˘/˘/˘···
Wise Pallas and the immortal Muses own.11·····˘/˘/˘·

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