Compliments of John Syme of Ryedale
O had the malt thy strength of mind,Or hops the flavour of thy wit,’Twere drink for first of human kind,A gift that e’en for Syme were fit.
Words in this poem
- flavour n.
- That quality of anything which affects the smell; odor; fragrances; as, the flavor of a rose. [OF. fleur, flaur (two syllables), odor, cf. F. fleurer to emit an odor, It. flatore a bad odor, prob. fr. L. flare to bow, whence the sense of exhalation. Cf. B]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Compliments of John Syme of Ryedale is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems and Songs of Robert Burns, Project Gutenberg ebook #1279; 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 Burns, Compliments of John Syme of Ryedale, in Poems and Songs (1786–1796), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1279, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/burns-poems/compliments-of-john-syme-of-ryedale.html, id L03400.
Form and metre
Compliments of John Syme of Ryedale is 4 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABAB. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic tetrameter. 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.0 syllables.
See other poems in iambic tetrameter.
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 ABAB mindA · witB · kindA · fitB
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 tetrameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| O had the malt thy strength of mind, | 8 | ········ |
| Or hops the flavour of thy wit, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| ’Twere drink for first of human kind, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| A gift that e’en for Syme were fit. | 8 | ········ |
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