Be'Mi'Ster

William Barnes (1801–1886) · 1844–1862

iambic tetrameter · AABBCCDD · 24 lines · from Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

Sweet Be'mi'ster, that bist a-boundBy green an' woody hills all round,Wi' hedges, reachen up betweenA thousan' vields o' zummer green,Where elems' lofty heads do drowTheir sheaedes vor hay-meakers below,An' wild hedge-flow'rs do charm the soulsO' maidens in their evenen strolls.

When I o' Zunday nights wi' JeaeneDo saunter drough a vield or leaene,Where elder-blossoms be a-spreadAbove the eltrot's milk-white head,An' flow'rs o' blackberries do blowUpon the brembles, white as snow,To be outdone avore my zightBy Jeaen's gay frock o' dazzlen white;

Oh! then there's nothen that's 'ithoutThy hills that I do ho about,--Noo bigger pleaece, noo gayer town,Beyond thy sweet bells' dyen soun',As they do ring, or strike the hour,At evenen vrom thy wold red tow'r.No: shelter still my head, an' keepMy bwones when I do vall asleep.

Words in this poem

bigger a.
, compar. of Big.
wold n.
A wood; a forest. [OE. wold, wald, AS. weald, wald, a wood, forest; akin to OFries. & OS. wald, D. woud, G. wald, Icel. völlr, a field, and probably to Gr. va a garden, inclosure.]

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

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Be'Mi'Ster is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect, Project Gutenberg ebook #21785; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: William Barnes, Be'Mi'Ster, in Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect (1844–1862), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #21785, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/barnes-dorset/be-mi-ster.html, id L02075.

Form and metre

Be'Mi'Ster is 24 lines in 3 stanzas of 8 lines each. The rhyme scheme is AABBCCDD, complete in 2 of its 3 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 85%). 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.0 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 42% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

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 AABBCCDD boundA · roundA · betweenB · greenB · drowC · belowC · soulsD · strollsD
  2. 2 AABBCCDD jeaeneA · leaeneA · spreadB · headB · blowC · snowC · zightD · whiteD
  3. 3 AA----BB ithoutA · aboutA · town · soun · hour · tow'r · keepB · asleepB
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 tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Sweet Be'mi'ster, that bist a-bound8········
By green an' woody hills all round,8···/˘···
Wi' hedges, reachen up between8·/˘·····
A thousan' vields o' zummer green,8········
Where elems' lofty heads do drow8···/˘···
Their sheaedes vor hay-meakers below,8····/˘··
An' wild hedge-flow'rs do charm the souls8········
O' maidens in their evenen strolls.9·/˘······
When I o' Zunday nights wi' Jeaene8········
Do saunter drough a vield or leaene,8·/˘·····
Where elder-blossoms be a-spread8·/˘/˘···
Above the eltrot's milk-white head,8········
An' flow'rs o' blackberries do blow8···/·˘··
Upon the brembles, white as snow,7·······
To be outdone avore my zight8··//····
By Jeaen's gay frock o' dazzlen white;8········
Oh! then there's nothen that's 'ithout8········
Thy hills that I do ho about,--8········
Noo bigger pleaece, noo gayer town,8·/˘··/˘·
Beyond thy sweet bells' dyen soun',7·······
As they do ring, or strike the hour,9·······/˘
At evenen vrom thy wold red tow'r.9·········
No: shelter still my head, an' keep8·/˘·····
My bwones when I do vall asleep.8······˘/

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