From the Same
Where were ye, nymphs, when Daphnis drooped with love?In fair Peneus' Tempe, or the groveOf Pindus! Nor your pastimes did ye keep,Where huge Anapus' torrent waters sweep;On ∆tna's height, ah! impotent to save,Nor yet where Akis winds his holy wave!
About this text
From the Same 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.
Cite as: William Lisle Bowles, From the Same, in The Poetical Works, Volume I (1789–1837), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #18915, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/bowles-sonnets/from-the-same.html, id L18566.
Form and metre
From the Same is 6 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets, 67% of the lines: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 86%). 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.7 syllables.
See other poems in heroic couplets, 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 --AABB love · grove · keepA · sweepA · saveB · waveB
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Where were ye, nymphs, when Daphnis drooped with love? | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| In fair Peneus' Tempe, or the grove | 9 | ····/˘··· |
| Of Pindus! Nor your pastimes did ye keep, | 10 | ·····/···· |
| Where huge Anapus' torrent waters sweep; | 10 | ·····/˘/˘· |
| On ∆tna's height, ah! impotent to save, | 9 | ····/˘˘·· |
| Nor yet where Akis winds his holy wave! | 10 | ·······/˘· |
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