Associations

William Lisle Bowles (1762–1850) · 1789–1837

iambic pentameter · English sonnet · 14 lines · from The Poetical Works, Volume I

As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,Still on that vision which is flown I dwell,On images I loved, alas, too well!Now past, and but remembered like sweet soundsOf yesterday! Yet in my breast I keepSuch recollections, painful though they seem,And hours of joy retrace, till from my dreamI start, and find them not; then I could weepTo think how Fortune blights the fairest flowers;To think how soon life's first endearments fail,And we are still misled by Hope's smooth tale,Who, like a flatterer, when the happiest hoursPass, and when most we call on her to stay,Will fly, as faithless and as fleet as they!

Words in this poem

flown a.
Flushed, inflated.
dwell v. i.
To delay; to linger. [OE. dwellen, dwelien, to err, linger, AS. dwellan to deceive, hinder, delay, dwelian to err; akin to Icel. dvelja to delay, tarry, Sw. dväljas to dwell, Dan. dv]
retrace v. t.
To trace back, as a line. [Pref. re- + trace: cf. F. retracer. Cf. Retract.]

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

About this text

Associations is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1 With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan, Project Gutenberg ebook #18915; 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

Associations is 14 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABABCDCDEFEFGG, the pattern of the English sonnet. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 87%). 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 36% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other English sonnets, 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 ABABCDCDEFEFGG roundsA · dwellB · wellA · soundsB · keepC · seemD · dreamC · weepD · flowersE · failF · taleE · hoursF · stayG · theyG
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
As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,10·······/˘·
Still on that vision which is flown I dwell,10···/˘·····
On images I loved, alas, too well!10·/˘˘··˘/··
Now past, and but remembered like sweet sounds10····˘/˘···
Of yesterday! Yet in my breast I keep10·/˘·······
Such recollections, painful though they seem,10··˘/˘/˘···
And hours of joy retrace, till from my dream10·/··˘/····
I start, and find them not; then I could weep10··········
To think how Fortune blights the fairest flowers;11···/˘··/˘/˘
To think how soon life's first endearments fail,10······˘/˘·
And we are still misled by Hope's smooth tale,10····˘/····
Who, like a flatterer, when the happiest hours11···/˘˘··/˘/
Pass, and when most we call on her to stay,10··········
Will fly, as faithless and as fleet as they!10···/˘·····

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