On Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams
O Thou whom Poetry abhors,Whom Prose has turned out of doors,Heard’st thou yon groan?—proceed no further,’Twas laurel’d Martial calling murther.
Words in this poem
- murther n.
- Murder, n. & v.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
On Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams 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, On Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams, in Poems and Songs (1786–1796), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1279, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/burns-poems/on-elphinstone-s-translation-of-martial-s-epigrams.html, id L03079.
Form and metre
On Elphinstone’s Translation of Martial’s Epigrams is 4 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets: octosyllabic couplets. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic tetrameter. 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.5 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending.
See other poems in octosyllabic couplets, 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 AABB abhorsA · doorsA · furtherB · murtherB
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 Thou whom Poetry abhors, | 8 | ···/˘˘˘/ |
| Whom Prose has turned out of doors, | 8 | ····˘··· |
| Heard’st thou yon groan?—proceed no further, | 9 | ····˘/·/˘ |
| ’Twas laurel’d Martial calling murther. | 9 | ···/˘/˘/˘ |
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