"All Is Vanity, Saith the Preacher" II

Lord Byron (1788–1824) · 1816

iambic tetrameter · 8 lines · from The Giaour, and Other Poems

I strive to number o'er what dayslsRemembrance can discover,Which all that Life or Earth displaysWould lure me to live over.There rose no day, there rolled no hourOf pleasure unembittered;And not a trapping decked my PowerThat galled not while it glittered.

Words in this poem

discover v. i.
To discover or show one's self.

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

About this text

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Form and metre

"All Is Vanity, Saith the Preacher" II is 8 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 98%).

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. 1 ----A-A- daysls · discover · displays · over · hourA · unembittered · powerA · glittered
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.

LineSyl.Stress
I strive to number o'er what daysls8···/˘···
Remembrance can discover,7˘/˘·˘/˘
Which all that Life or Earth displays8······˘/
Would lure me to live over.7·······
There rose no day, there rolled no hour9·······/˘
Of pleasure unembittered;7·/˘····
And not a trapping decked my Power9···/˘··/˘
That galled not while it glittered.7·····/˘

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