The New House A-Getten Wold

William Barnes (1801–1886) · 1844–1862

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

Ah! when our wedded life begun,Theaese clean-wall'd house of ours wer new;Wi' thatch as yollor as the zunAvore the cloudless sky o' blue;The sky o' blue that then did boundThe blue-hilled worold's flow'ry ground.

An' we've a-vound it weather-brown'd,As Spring-tide blossoms oben'd white,Or Fall did shed, on zunburnt ground,Red apples from their leafy height:Their leafy height, that Winter soonLeft leafless to the cool-feaeced moon.

An' rain-bred moss ha' stain'd wi' greenThe smooth-feaeced wall's white-morter'd streaks,The while our childern zot betweenOur seats avore the fleaeme's red peaks:The fleaeme's red peaks, till axan whiteDid quench em vor the long-sleep'd night.

The bloom that woonce did overspreadYour rounded cheaek, as time went by,A-shrinken to a patch o' red,Did feaede so soft's the evenen sky:The evenen sky, my faithful wife,O' days as feaeir's our happy life.

Words in this poem

wedded a.
Joined in wedlock; married.
cloudless a.
Without a cloud; clear; bright.
went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.

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

About this text

The New House A-Getten Wold 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 New House A-Getten Wold is 24 lines in 4 stanzas of 6 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABCC, complete in 3 of its 4 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.1 syllables. 29% 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 -A-ABB begun · newA · zun · blueA · boundB · groundB
  2. 2 ABABCC brown'dA · whiteB · groundA · heightB · soonC · moonC
  3. 3 ABABCC greenA · streaksB · betweenA · peaksB · whiteC · nightC
  4. 4 ABABCC overspreadA · byB · redA · skyB · wifeC · lifeC
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
Ah! when our wedded life begun,8··//˘·˘/
Theaese clean-wall'd house of ours wer new;8·····/··
Wi' thatch as yollor as the zun8········
Avore the cloudless sky o' blue;8···/˘···
The sky o' blue that then did bound8········
The blue-hilled worold's flow'ry ground.8········
An' we've a-vound it weather-brown'd,8·····/˘·
As Spring-tide blossoms oben'd white,8···/˘···
Or Fall did shed, on zunburnt ground,8········
Red apples from their leafy height:8·/˘··/˘·
Their leafy height, that Winter soon8·/˘··/˘·
Left leafless to the cool-feaeced moon.8·/˘·····
An' rain-bred moss ha' stain'd wi' green8········
The smooth-feaeced wall's white-morter'd streaks,8········
The while our childern zot between8··/·····
Our seats avore the fleaeme's red peaks:8/·······
The fleaeme's red peaks, till axan white8········
Did quench em vor the long-sleep'd night.8········
The bloom that woonce did overspread8········
Your rounded cheaek, as time went by,8·/˘·····
A-shrinken to a patch o' red,8········
Did feaede so soft's the evenen sky:9·········
The evenen sky, my faithful wife,9······/˘·
O' days as feaeir's our happy life.8····//˘·

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