Epitaphs

Robert Bridges (1844–1930) · 1873–1912

iambic pentameter · unrhymed · 8 lines · from Poetical Works

Fight well, my comrades, and prove your bravery. Me tooGod call'd out, but crown'd early before the battle.

I died in very flow'r: yet call me not unhappy therefore,Ye that against sweet life once a lament have utter'd.

When thou, my belovèd, diedst, I saw heaven open,And all earthly delight inhabiting Paradise.

Where thou art better I too were, dearest, anywhere, thanWanting thy well-lov'd lovely presence anywhere.

About this text

Epitaphs is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Excluding the Eight Dramas, Project Gutenberg ebook #37804; 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 Bridges, Epitaphs, in Poetical Works (1873–1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #37804, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/bridges-shorter-poems/epitaphs.html, id L01857.

Form and metre

Epitaphs is 8 lines in 4 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. 76% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 12.6 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 25% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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.

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. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Fight well, my comrades, and prove your bravery. Me too12···/····/˘··
God call'd out, but crown'd early before the battle.12·····/˘···/˘
I died in very flow'r: yet call me not unhappy therefore,15···/˘·····˘/˘··
Ye that against sweet life once a lament have utter'd.13········˘/·/˘
When thou, my belovèd, diedst, I saw heaven open,11········//˘
And all earthly delight inhabiting Paradise.12··/˘˘/˘/˘/˘·
Where thou art better I too were, dearest, anywhere, than14···/˘···/˘/˘··
Wanting thy well-lov'd lovely presence anywhere.12/˘···/˘/˘/˘·

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