Difficulties—Consent

Robert Bloomfield (1766–1823) · 1802

iambic tetrameter · 16 lines · from Rural Tales, Ballads and Songs

'Night will come on; when seated snug,'And you've perhaps begun some tale,'Can you then leave your dear stone mug;'Leave all the folks, and all the Ale?'

'Ay, Kate, I wool;--because I know,'Though time has been we both could run,'Such days are gone and over now;--'I only mean to see the fun.'

She straight slipp'd off the Wall and Band,And laid aside her Lucks and Twitches:And to the Hutch [a chest] she reach'd her hand,And gave him out his Sunday Breeches.

His Mattock he behind the doorAnd Hedging-gloves again replac'd;And look'd across the yellow Moor,And urg'd his tott'ring Spouse to haste.

Words in this poem

folks n.
In Anglo-Saxon times, the people of a group of townships or villages; a community; a tribe. [AS. folc; akin to D. volk, OS. & OHG. folk, G. volk, Icel. f, Sw. & Dan. folk, Lith. pulkas crowd, and perh. to E. follow.]
kate n.
The brambling finch.
hutch v. t.
To place in huts; to live in huts; as, to hut troops in winter quarters.
mattock n.
An implement for digging and grubbing. The head has two long steel blades, one like an adz and the other like a narrow ax or the point of a pickax. [AS. mattuc; cf. W. matog.]
spouse v. t.
To wed; to espouse. [See Espouse, and Spouse, n.]

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

About this text

Difficulties—Consent is in the public domain. This text is taken from Rural Tales, Ballads, and Songs, Project Gutenberg ebook #9093; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Robert Bloomfield, Difficulties—Consent, in Rural Tales, Ballads and Songs (1802), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #9093, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/bloomfield-tales/difficulties-consent.html, id L09665.

Form and metre

Difficulties—Consent is 16 lines in 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 95%). 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 6% 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 ABAB snugA · taleB · mugA · aleB
  2. 2 -A-A know · runA · now · funA
  3. 3 A-A- bandA · twitches · handA · breeches
  4. 4 -A-A door · replac'dA · moor · hasteA
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
'Night will come on; when seated snug,8·····/˘·
'And you've perhaps begun some tale,8··˘/˘/··
'Can you then leave your dear stone mug;8········
'Leave all the folks, and all the Ale?'8········
'Ay, Kate, I wool;--because I know,8········
'Though time has been we both could run,8········
'Such days are gone and over now;--8········
'I only mean to see the fun.'8·/˘·····
She straight slipp'd off the Wall and Band,8········
And laid aside her Lucks and Twitches:9··˘/···/˘
And to the Hutch [a chest] she reach'd her hand,10··········
And gave him out his Sunday Breeches.9·····/·/˘
His Mattock he behind the door8·/˘·····
And Hedging-gloves again replac'd;8·/˘·˘/·/
And look'd across the yellow Moor,8··˘/·/˘·
And urg'd his tott'ring Spouse to haste.8········

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