Newdigate Poem
Hail, Happy Muse, and touch the tuneful string!The benefits conferred by Science I sing.Under the kind Examiners’ directionI only write about them in connectionWith benefits which the Electric LightConfers on us; especially at night.These are my theme, of these my song shall rise.My lofty head shall swell to strike the skies.And tears of hopeless love bedew the maiden’s eyes.Descend, O Muse, from thy divine abode,To Osney, on the Seven Bridges Road;For under Osney’s solitary shadeThe bulk of the Electric Light is made.Here are the works;--from hence the current flowsWhich (so the Company’s prospectus goes)Can furnish to Subscribers hour by hourNo less than sixteen thousand candle power,All at a thousand volts. (It is essentialTo keep the current at this high potentialIn spite of the considerable expense.)The Energy developed represents,Expressed in foot-tons, the united forcesOf fifteen elephants and forty horses.But shall my scientific detail thusClip the dear wings of Buoyant Pegasus?Shall pure statistics jar upon the earThat pants for Lyric accents loud and clear?Shall I describe the complex DynamoOr write about its Commutator? No!To happier fields I lead my wanton pen,The proper study of mankind is men.Awake, my Muse! Portray the pleasing sightThat meets us where they make Electric Light.Behold the Electrician where he stands:Soot, oil, and verdigris are on his hands;Large spots of grease defile his dirty clothes,The while his conversation drips with oaths.Shall such a being perish in its youth?Alas! it is indeed the fatal truth.In that dull brain, beneath that hair unkempt,Familiarity has bred contempt.We warn him of the gesture all too late:Oh, Heartless Jove! Oh, Adamantine Fate!A random touch--a hand’s imprudent slip--The Terminals--a flash--a sound like “Zip!”A smell of burning fills the started Air--The Electrician is no longer there!But let us turn with true Artistic scornFrom facts funereal and from views forlornOf Erebus and Blackest midnight born.Arouse thee, Muse! and chaunt in accents richThe interesting processes by whichThe Electricity is passed along:These are my theme: to these I bend my song.It runs encased in wood or porous brickThrough copper wires two millimetres thick,And insulated on their dangerous missionBy indiarubber, silk, or composition.Here you may put with critical felicityThe following question: “What is Electricity?”“Molecular Activity,” say some,Others when asked say nothing, and are dumb.Whatever be its nature, this is clear:The rapid current checked in its career,Baulked in its race and halted in its courseTransforms to heat and light its latent force:It needs no pedant in the lecturer’s chairTo prove that light and heat are present there.The pear-shaped vacuum globe, I understand,Is far too hot to fondle with the hand.While, as is patent to the meanest sight,The carbon filament is very bright.As for the lights they hang about the town,Some praise them highly, others run them down.This system (technically called the Arc),Makes some passages too light, others too dark.But in the house the soft and constant raysHave always met with universal praise.For instance: if you want to read in bedNo candle burns beside your curtain’s head,Far from some distant corner of the roomThe incandescent lamp dispels the gloom,And with the largest print need hardly tryThe powers of any young and vigorous eye.Aroint thee, Muse! Inspired the poet sings!I cannot help observing future things!Life is a vale, its paths are dark and roughOnly because we do not know enough:When Science has discovered something moreWe shall be happier than we were before.Hail, Britain, Mistress of the Azure Main,Ten thousand Fleets sweep over thee in vain!Hail, Mighty Mother of the Brave and Free,That beat Napoleon, and gave birth to me!Thou that canst wrap in thine emblazoned robeOne quarter of the habitable globe.Thy mountains, wafted by a favouring breeze,Like mighty rocks withstand the stormy seas.Thou art a Christian Commonwealth; and yetBe thou not all unthankful--nor forgetAs thou exultest in Imperial MightThe Benefits of the Electric Light.
Words in this poem 20
- tuneful a.
- Harmonious; melodious; musical; as, tuneful notes.
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
- bedew v. t.
- To moisten with dew, or as with dew.
- abode n.
- Act of waiting; delay. [OE. abad, abood, fr. abiden to abide. See Abide. For the change of vowel, cf. abode, imp. of abide.]
- prospectus n.
- A summary, plan, or scheme of something proposed, affording a prospect of its nature; especially, an exposition of the scheme of an unpublished literary work. [L., a prospect, sight, view: cf. F. prospectus. See Prospect.]
- electrician n.
- An investigator of electricity; one versed in the science of electricity.
- verdigris n.
- A green poisonous substance used as a pigment and drug, obtained by the action of acetic acid on copper, and consisting essentially of a complex mixture of several basic copper acetates. [F. vert-de-gris, apparently from verd, vert, green + de of + gris gray, but really a corruption of LL. viride aeris (equivalent to L. aerugo), from L. viridis g]
- unkempt a.
- Not combed; disheveled; as, an urchin with unkempt hair. [Pref. un- not + kempt, p. p. of kemb.]
- heartless a.
- Without a heart.
- jove n.
- The chief divinity of the ancient Romans; Jupiter. [L. Jupiter, gen. Jovis, OL. Jovis, nom. & gen. for Djovis; akin to E. Tuesday. See Tuesday, and cf. Jupiter.]
- forlorn a.
- Deserted abandoned; lost. [OE., p.p. of forlesen to lose utterly, AS. forleósan (p.p. forloren); pref. for- + leósan (in comp.) to lose; cf. D. verliezen to lose, G. verlieren, Sw. förlor]
- erebus n.
- A place of nether darkness, being the gloomy space through which the souls passed to Hades. See Milton's
- career n.
- A race course: the ground run over. [F. carrière race course, high road, street, fr. L. carrus wagon. See Car.]
- needs adv.
- Of necessity; necessarily; indispensably; -- often with must, and equivalent to of need. [Orig. gen. of need, used as an adverb. Cf. - wards.]
- pedant n.
- A schoolmaster; a pedagogue. [F. pédant, It. pedante, fr. Gr. pai^s boy. See Pedagogue.]
- aroint interj.
- Stand off, or begone. [Cf. Prov. E. rynt, rynt thee, roynt, or runt, terms used by milkmaids to a cow that has been milked, in order to drive her away, to make room for others; AS. r ]
- vale n.
- A tract of low ground, or of land between hills; a valley. [OE. val, F. val, L. vallis; perhaps akin to Gr. Avalanche, Vail to lower, Valley.]
- napoleon n.
- A French gold coin of twenty francs, or about $3.86. [From the Emperor Napoleon 1.]
- habitable a.
- Capable of being inhabited; that may be inhabited or dwelt in; as, the habitable world. [F. habitable, L. habitbilis.]
- commonwealth n.
- A state; a body politic consisting of a certain number of men, united, by compact or tacit agreement, under one form of government and system of laws. [Common + wealth well-being.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Form and metre
Newdigate Poem is 102 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets, 61% of the lines: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 87%).
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Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
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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.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Hail, Happy Muse, and touch the tuneful string! | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| The benefits conferred by Science I sing. | 10 | ·/˘˘/·/˘·· |
| Under the kind Examiners’ direction | 11 | ····˘/˘˘˘/˘ |
| I only write about them in connection | 11 | ·/˘·····˘/˘ |
| With benefits which the Electric Light | 10 | ·/˘˘··˘/˘· |
| Confers on us; especially at night. | 9 | ˘/··˘/˘·· |
| These are my theme, of these my song shall rise. | 10 | ·········· |
| My lofty head shall swell to strike the skies. | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| And tears of hopeless love bedew the maiden’s eyes. | 12 | ···/˘·˘/·/˘· |
| Descend, O Muse, from thy divine abode, | 10 | ˘/····˘/˘/ |
| To Osney, on the Seven Bridges Road; | 10 | ·····/˘/˘· |
| For under Osney’s solitary shade | 10 | ·····/˘·˘· |
| The bulk of the Electric Light is made. | 10 | ····˘/˘··· |
| Here are the works;--from hence the current flows | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Which (so the Company’s prospectus goes) | 10 | ···/˘˘˘/˘· |
| Can furnish to Subscribers hour by hour | 11 | ·/˘·˘//˘·/˘ |
| No less than sixteen thousand candle power, | 11 | ···///˘/˘/˘ |
| All at a thousand volts. (It is essential | 11 | ···/˘···˘/˘ |
| To keep the current at this high potential | 11 | ···/˘···˘/˘ |
| In spite of the considerable expense.) | 10 | ····˘/˘˘˘/ |
| The Energy developed represents, | 10 | ·/˘˘˘/˘·˘/ |
| Expressed in foot-tons, the united forces | 11 | ˘/····˘/˘/˘ |
| Of fifteen elephants and forty horses. | 11 | ·///˘˘·/˘/˘ |
| But shall my scientific detail thus | 10 | ····˘/˘/˘· |
| Clip the dear wings of Buoyant Pegasus? | 10 | ·····/˘/˘˘ |
| Shall pure statistics jar upon the ear | 10 | ··˘/˘····· |
| That pants for Lyric accents loud and clear? | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| Shall I describe the complex Dynamo | 10 | ··˘/·/˘/˘· |
| Or write about its Commutator? No! | 9 | ·····/˘˘· |
| To happier fields I lead my wanton pen, | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| The proper study of mankind is men. | 10 | ·/˘/˘·//·· |
| Awake, my Muse! Portray the pleasing sight | 10 | ˘/··˘/·/˘· |
| That meets us where they make Electric Light. | 10 | ······˘/˘· |
| Behold the Electrician where he stands: | 10 | ˘/·˘˘/˘··· |
| Soot, oil, and verdigris are on his hands; | 10 | ···/˘˘···· |
| Large spots of grease defile his dirty clothes, | 10 | ····˘/·/˘· |
| The while his conversation drips with oaths. | 10 | ····˘/˘··· |
| Shall such a being perish in its youth? | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| Alas! it is indeed the fatal truth. | 10 | ˘/··˘/·/˘· |
| In that dull brain, beneath that hair unkempt, | 10 | ········˘/ |
| Familiarity has bred contempt. | 9 | ˘·/˘˘··˘/ |
| We warn him of the gesture all too late: | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Oh, Heartless Jove! Oh, Adamantine Fate! | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| A random touch--a hand’s imprudent slip-- | 10 | ·/˘···˘/˘· |
| The Terminals--a flash--a sound like “Zip!” | 10 | ·/˘˘······ |
| A smell of burning fills the started Air-- | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| The Electrician is no longer there! | 10 | ·˘˘/˘··/˘· |
| But let us turn with true Artistic scorn | 10 | ······˘/˘· |
| From facts funereal and from views forlorn | 11 | ··˘/˘˘···˘/ |
| Of Erebus and Blackest midnight born. | 10 | ·/˘˘·/˘/·· |
| Arouse thee, Muse! and chaunt in accents rich | 10 | ˘/·····/˘· |
| The interesting processes by which | 9 | ·/˘˘/˘˘·· |
| The Electricity is passed along: | 10 | ·˘·/˘˘··˘/ |
| These are my theme: to these I bend my song. | 10 | ·········· |
| It runs encased in wood or porous brick | 10 | ··˘/···/˘· |
| Through copper wires two millimetres thick, | 10 | ·/˘/·/˘·˘· |
| And insulated on their dangerous mission | 11 | ·/˘·˘··/˘/˘ |
| By indiarubber, silk, or composition. | 10 | ·/˘˘···˘/˘ |
| Here you may put with critical felicity | 11 | ·····/˘˘/˘˘ |
| The following question: “What is Electricity?” | 11 | ·/˘/˘··˘·/˘ |
| “Molecular Activity,” say some, | 10 | ˘/˘˘˘/˘˘·· |
| Others when asked say nothing, and are dumb. | 10 | /˘···/˘··· |
| Whatever be its nature, this is clear: | 10 | ·/˘··/˘··· |
| The rapid current checked in its career, | 10 | ·/˘/˘···˘/ |
| Baulked in its race and halted in its course | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Transforms to heat and light its latent force: | 10 | ˘/·····/˘· |
| It needs no pedant in the lecturer’s chair | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| To prove that light and heat are present there. | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| The pear-shaped vacuum globe, I understand, | 10 | ···/˘···˘/ |
| Is far too hot to fondle with the hand. | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| While, as is patent to the meanest sight, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| The carbon filament is very bright. | 10 | ·/˘/˘˘·/˘· |
| As for the lights they hang about the town, | 10 | ·········· |
| Some praise them highly, others run them down. | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| This system (technically called the Arc), | 10 | ·/˘/˘˘˘··· |
| Makes some passages too light, others too dark. | 10 | ··/˘··/˘·· |
| But in the house the soft and constant rays | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Have always met with universal praise. | 10 | ·/····˘/˘· |
| For instance: if you want to read in bed | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| No candle burns beside your curtain’s head, | 10 | ·/˘·˘/·/˘· |
| Far from some distant corner of the room | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| The incandescent lamp dispels the gloom, | 10 | ··˘/˘·˘/·· |
| And with the largest print need hardly try | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| The powers of any young and vigorous eye. | 10 | ·/·/˘··/˘· |
| Aroint thee, Muse! Inspired the poet sings! | 10 | ˘/··˘/·/˘· |
| I cannot help observing future things! | 10 | ·/˘·˘/˘/˘· |
| Life is a vale, its paths are dark and rough | 10 | ·········· |
| Only because we do not know enough: | 10 | /˘······˘/ |
| When Science has discovered something more | 10 | ·/˘·˘/˘/˘· |
| We shall be happier than we were before. | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| Hail, Britain, Mistress of the Azure Main, | 10 | ·/˘/˘··/˘· |
| Ten thousand Fleets sweep over thee in vain! | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Hail, Mighty Mother of the Brave and Free, | 10 | ·/˘/˘····· |
| That beat Napoleon, and gave birth to me! | 10 | ··˘/˘····· |
| Thou that canst wrap in thine emblazoned robe | 10 | ······˘/˘· |
| One quarter of the habitable globe. | 10 | ·/˘··/˘˘˘· |
| Thy mountains, wafted by a favouring breeze, | 10 | ·/˘/˘··/˘· |
| Like mighty rocks withstand the stormy seas. | 10 | ·/˘·˘/·/˘· |
| Thou art a Christian Commonwealth; and yet | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| Be thou not all unthankful--nor forget | 10 | ········˘/ |
| As thou exultest in Imperial Might | 10 | ··˘/˘·˘/˘· |
| The Benefits of the Electric Light. | 10 | ·/˘˘··˘/˘· |
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