In Memory of Edward Quillinan

Matthew Arnold (1822–1888) · 1849–1867

common measure · ABAB · 20 lines · from Poems

I saw him sensitive in frame,I knew his spirits low;And wished him health, success, and fame--I do not wish it now.

For these are all their own reward,And leave no good behind;They try us, oftenest make us hard,Less modest, pure, and kind.

Alas! yet to the suffering man,In this his mortal state,Friends could not give what fortune can,--Health, ease, a heart elate.

But he is now by fortune foiledNo more; and we retainThe memory of a man unspoiled,Sweet, generous, and humane;

With all the fortunate have not,With gentle voice and brow.--Alive, we would have changed his lot:We would not change it now.

Words in this poem

elate a.
Lifted up; raised; elevated. [L. elatus elevated, fig., elated, proud (the figure, perh., being borrowed from a prancing horse); e out + latus (used as p. p. of ferre to bear), for tlatus, a]
generous a.
Of honorable birth or origin; highborn. [F. généreux, fr. L. generous of noble birth, noble, excellent, magnanimous, fr. genus birth, race: cf. It. generoso. See 2d Gender.]
humane a.
Pertaining to man; human. Jer. Taylor. [L. humanus: cf. F. humain. See Human.]

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

About this text

In Memory of Edward Quillinan 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, In Memory of Edward Quillinan, in Poems (1849–1867), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #54985, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/arnold-poems/in-memory-of-edward-quillinan.html, id L07061.

Form and metre

In Memory of Edward Quillinan is 20 lines in 5 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABAB, complete in 3 of its 5 stanzas. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 86%). 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.0 syllables. 10% 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.

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- frameA · low · fameA · now
  2. 2 -A-A reward · behindA · hard · kindA
  3. 3 ABAB manA · stateB · canA · elateB
  4. 4 ABAB foiledA · retainB · unspoiledA · humaneB
  5. 5 ABAB notA · browB · lotA · nowB
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 common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
I saw him sensitive in frame,8···/˘˘··
I knew his spirits low;6···/˘·
And wished him health, success, and fame--8····˘/··
I do not wish it now.6······
For these are all their own reward,8······˘/
And leave no good behind;6······
They try us, oftenest make us hard,8···/˘···
Less modest, pure, and kind.6·/˘···
Alas! yet to the suffering man,8˘/···/˘·
In this his mortal state,6···/˘·
Friends could not give what fortune can,--8·····/˘·
Health, ease, a heart elate.6····˘/
But he is now by fortune foiled8·····/˘·
No more; and we retain6····˘/
The memory of a man unspoiled,8·/˘···˘/
Sweet, generous, and humane;7·/˘˘·˘/
With all the fortunate have not,8···/˘˘··
With gentle voice and brow.6·/˘···
--Alive, we would have changed his lot:8˘/······
We would not change it now.6······

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