Ode to Hope III. 3

James Beattie (1735–1803) · 1771–1774

iambic tetrameter · 17 lines · from The Minstrel and Other Poems

But whence the sudden beam that shoots along?Why shrink aghast the hostile throng?Lo! from amidst affliction's nightHope bursts all radiant on the sight:Her words the troubled bosom soothe."Why thus dismay'd?Though foes invade,Hope ne'er is wanting to their aidWho tread the path of truth.'Tis I, who smoothe the rugged way,I, who close the eyes of Sorrow,And with glad visions of to-morrowRepair the weary soul's decay.When Death's cold touch thrills to the freezing heart,Dreams of Heaven's opening glories I impart,Till the freed spirit springs on highIn rapture too severe for weak mortality."

Words in this poem

amidst prep.
In the midst or middle of; surrounded or encompassed by; among. [OE. amidde, amiddes, on midden, AS. on middan, in the middle, fr. midde the middle. The s is an adverbial ending, originally marking the genitive; the t is a la]
soothe v. t.
To assent to as true. Testament of Love. [Originally, to assent to as true; OE. so to verify, AS. ges to prove the truth of, to bear witness. See Sooth, a.]
mortality n.
The condition or quality of being mortal; subjection to death or to the necessity of dying. [L. mortalitas: cf. F. mortalité.]

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

About this text

Ode to Hope III. 3 is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poetical Works of Beattie, Blair, and Falconer With Lives, Critical Dissertations, and Explanatory Notes, Project Gutenberg ebook #8695; 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

Ode to Hope III. 3 is 17 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 24% 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 AABB-CCC-DEEDFF-- alongA · throngA · nightB · sightB · soothe · dismay'dC · invadeC · aidC · truth · wayD · sorrowE · morrowE · decayD · heartF · impartF · high · mortality
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
But whence the sudden beam that shoots along?10···/˘···˘/
Why shrink aghast the hostile throng?8··˘/·/˘·
Lo! from amidst affliction's night8··˘/˘/˘·
Hope bursts all radiant on the sight:9···/˘˘···
Her words the troubled bosom soothe.9···/˘˘/˘·
"Why thus dismay'd?4··˘/
Though foes invade,4··˘/
Hope ne'er is wanting to their aid8···/˘···
Who tread the path of truth.6······
'Tis I, who smoothe the rugged way,9·····/˘˘·
I, who close the eyes of Sorrow,8······/˘
And with glad visions of to-morrow9···/˘··/˘
Repair the weary soul's decay.8˘/·/˘·˘/
When Death's cold touch thrills to the freezing heart,10·······/˘·
Dreams of Heaven's opening glories I impart,11··/˘/˘/˘·˘/
Till the freed spirit springs on high8···/˘···
In rapture too severe for weak mortality."11·/˘·˘/··˘/˘

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