Hope

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

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

As one who, long by wasting sickness worn,Weary has watched the lingering night, and heardUnmoved the carol of the matin birdSalute his lonely porch; now first at mornGoes forth, leaving his melancholy bed;He the green slope and level meadow views,Delightful bathed with slow-ascending dews;Or marks the clouds, that o'er the mountain's headIn varying forms fantastic wander white;Or turns his ear to every random song,Heard the green river's winding marge along,The whilst each sense is steeped in still delight.So o'er my breast young Summer's breath I feel,Sweet Hope! thy fragrance pure and healing incense steal!

Words in this poem

unmoved a.
Not moved; fixed; firm; unshaken; calm; apathetic.
carol v. t.
To praise or celebrate in song.
matin n.
A French mastiff. [F. matin.]
morn n.
The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry. [OE. morwen, morgen, AS. morgen; akin to D. morgen, OS. morgan, G. morgen, Icel. morginn, morgunn, Sw. morgon, Dan. morgen, Goth. maúrgins. Cf. Morrow, Morning.]
marge n.
Border; margin; edge; verge. [F. marge. See Margin.]

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

About this text

Hope 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

Hope 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 90%). 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 29% 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 wornA · heardB · birdA · mornB · bedC · viewsD · dewsC · headD · whiteE · songF · alongE · delightF · feelG · stealG
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 one who, long by wasting sickness worn,10·····/˘/˘·
Weary has watched the lingering night, and heard10/˘···/˘···
Unmoved the carol of the matin bird10˘/·/˘··/˘·
Salute his lonely porch; now first at morn10˘/·/˘·····
Goes forth, leaving his melancholy bed;10··/˘·/˘·˘·
He the green slope and level meadow views,10·····/˘/··
Delightful bathed with slow-ascending dews;10˘/˘···˘/˘·
Or marks the clouds, that o'er the mountain's head10·······/˘·
In varying forms fantastic wander white;10·/˘·˘/˘/˘·
Or turns his ear to every random song,10·····/˘/˘·
Heard the green river's winding marge along,10···/˘/˘·˘/
The whilst each sense is steeped in still delight.10········˘/
So o'er my breast young Summer's breath I feel,10·····/˘···
Sweet Hope! thy fragrance pure and healing incense steal!12···/˘··/˘/··

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