To a Friend

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

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

Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng!Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears;To busy phantasies, and boding fears,Lest ill betide thee; but 'twill not be longEre the hard season shall be past; till thenLive happy; sometimes the forsaken shadeRemembering, and these trees now left to fade;Nor, 'mid the busy scenes and hum of men,Wilt thou my cares forget: in heavinessTo me the hours shall roll, weary and slow,Till mournful autumn past, and all the snowOf winter pale, the glad hour I shall blessThat shall restore thee from the crowd again,To the green hamlet on the peaceful plain.

Words in this poem

boding a.
Foreshowing; presaging; ominous.
betide v. t.
To happen to; to befall; to come to ; as, woe betide the wanderer. [OE. bitiden; pref. bi-, be- + tiden, fr. AS. tidan, to happen, fr. tid time. See Tide.]
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,]
heaviness n.
The state or quality of being heavy in its various senses; weight; sadness; sluggishness; oppression; thickness.

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

About this text

To a Friend 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

To a Friend 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 85%). 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.0 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 43% 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 throngA · tearsB · fearsA · longB · thenC · shadeD · fadeC · menD · heavinessE · slowF · snowE · blessF · againG · plainG
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
Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng!10·····/˘/˘·
Me thou dost leave to solitude and tears;10·····/˘···
To busy phantasies, and boding fears,10·/˘····/˘·
Lest ill betide thee; but 'twill not be long10··˘/······
Ere the hard season shall be past; till then10···/˘·····
Live happy; sometimes the forsaken shade10·/˘/··˘/˘·
Remembering, and these trees now left to fade;10˘/˘·······
Nor, 'mid the busy scenes and hum of men,10···/˘·····
Wilt thou my cares forget: in heaviness10····˘/·/˘˘
To me the hours shall roll, weary and slow,10···/··/˘··
Till mournful autumn past, and all the snow10·/˘/˘·····
Of winter pale, the glad hour I shall bless10·/˘···/···
That shall restore thee from the crowd again,10··˘/····˘/
To the green hamlet on the peaceful plain.10···/˘··/˘·

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