The Mead A-Mow'd

William Barnes (1801–1886) · 1844–1862

iambic pentameter · 28 lines · from Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

When sheaedes do vall into ev'ry hollow,An' reach vrom trees half athirt the groun';An' banks an' walls be a-looken yollow,That be a-turn'd to the zun gwain down;Drough hay in cock, O,We all do vlock, O,Along our road vrom the meaed a-mow'd.

An' when the last swayen lwoad's a-startedUp hill so slow to the lofty rick,Then we so weary but merry-hearted,Do shoulder each [=o]'s a reaeke an' pick,Wi' empty flagon,Behind the waggon,To teaeke our road vrom the meaed a-mow'd.

When church is out, an' we all so slowlyAbout the knap be a-spreaden wide,How gay the paths be where we do strollyAlong the leaene an' the hedge's zide;But nwone's a voun', O,Up hill or down, O,So gay's the road drough the meaed a-mow'd.

An' when the visher do come, a-drowenHis flutt'ren line over bleaedy zedge,Drough groun's wi' red thissle-heads a-blowen,An' watchen o't by the water's edge;Then he do love, O,The best to rove, O,Along his road drough the meaed a-mow'd.

Words in this poem

flagon n.
A vessel with a narrow mouth, used for holding and conveying liquors. It is generally larger than a bottle, and of leather or stoneware rather than of glass. [F. flacon, for flascon, fr. OF. flasche, from LL. flasco. See Flask.]
knap v. t.
To bite; to bite off; to break short. [D. knappen to chew, bite, crack, take hold of; prob. of imitative origin.]
blowen n.
A prostitute; a courtesan; a strumpet. [Low] Smart.

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

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The Mead A-Mow'd 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.

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Form and metre

The Mead A-Mow'd is 28 lines in 4 stanzas of 7 lines each. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 79%). 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.1 syllables. 5 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 14% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic pentameter.

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-BB- hollowA · groun · yollowA · down · oB · oB · mow'd
  2. 2 ABABCCA startedA · rickB · heartedA · pickB · flagonC · waggonC · mow'dA
  3. 3 -A-ABB- slowly · wideA · strolly · zideA · oB · oB · mow'd
  4. 4 ABABCC- drowenA · zedgeB · blowenA · edgeB · oC · oC · mow'd
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
When sheaedes do vall into ev'ry hollow,10········/˘
An' reach vrom trees half athirt the groun';9·········
An' banks an' walls be a-looken yollow,10··········
That be a-turn'd to the zun gwain down;9·········
Drough hay in cock, O,5·····
We all do vlock, O,5·····
Along our road vrom the meaed a-mow'd.9˘//······
An' when the last swayen lwoad's a-started10········/˘
Up hill so slow to the lofty rick,9······/˘·
Then we so weary but merry-hearted,10···/˘·/˘/˘
Do shoulder each [=o]'s a reaeke an' pick,10·/˘·······
Wi' empty flagon,5·/˘/˘
Behind the waggon,5·····
To teaeke our road vrom the meaed a-mow'd.9··/······
When church is out, an' we all so slowly10········/˘
About the knap be a-spreaden wide,9·········
How gay the paths be where we do strolly10··········
Along the leaene an' the hedge's zide;9˘/····/˘·
But nwone's a voun', O,5·····
Up hill or down, O,5·····
So gay's the road drough the meaed a-mow'd.9·········
An' when the visher do come, a-drowen10··········
His flutt'ren line over bleaedy zedge,8········
Drough groun's wi' red thissle-heads a-blowen,10··········
An' watchen o't by the water's edge;9······/˘·
Then he do love, O,5·····
The best to rove, O,5·····
Along his road drough the meaed a-mow'd.9˘/·······

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