Hæmon

Matthew Arnold (1822–1888) · 1849–1867

iambic pentameter · 4 lines · from Poems

But like me, she, wroth, complaining,Succumbed to the envy of unkind gods;And, her beautiful arms unclasping,Her fair youth unwillingly gave.

Words in this poem

wroth a.
Full of wrath; angry; incensed; much exasperated; wrathful. [OE. wroth, wrap, AS. wraedh wroth, crooked, bad; akin to wriedhan to writhe, and to OS. wreedhangry, D. wreed cruel, OHG. reid twisted, Icel. reiedhr angry, Dan]
unkind a.
Having no race or kindred; childless. [See Kin kindred.]

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

About this text

Hæmon is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #54985; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Matthew Arnold, Hæmon, in Poems (1849–1867), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #54985, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/arnold-poems/h-mon-2.html, id L07005.

Form and metre

Hæmon is 4 lines in a single stanza. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic pentameter. 86% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.5 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending.

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Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 A-A- complainingA · gods · unclaspingA · gave
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
But like me, she, wroth, complaining,8·····˘/˘
Succumbed to the envy of unkind gods;10˘/··/˘·˘/·
And, her beautiful arms unclasping,8··/˘····
Her fair youth unwillingly gave.8···˘/˘˘·

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