Canto II: Canto II XII

Lord Byron (1788–1824) · 1816

iambic pentameter · 29 lines · from The Giaour, and Other Poems

He slept in calmest seeming, for his breathWas hushed so deep--Ah! happy if in death!He slept--Who o'er his placid slumber bends?His foes are gone--and here he hath no friends;Is it some Seraph sent to grant him grace?No,'tis an earthly form with heavenly face!Its white arm raised a lamp--yet gently hid,Lest the ray flash abruptly on the lidOf that closed eye, which opens but to pain,And once unclosed--but once may close again.That form, with eye so dark, and cheek so fair,And auburn waves of gemmed and braided hair;With shape of fairy lightness--naked foot,That shines like snow, and falls on earth as mute--Through guards and dunnest night how came it there?Ah! rather ask what will not Woman dare?Whom Youth and Pity lead like thee, Gulnare!She could not sleep--and while the Pacha's restIn muttering dreams yet saw his pirate-guest,She left his side--his signet-ring she bore,Which oft in sport adorned her hand before--And with it, scarcely questioned, won her wayThrough drowsy guards that must that sign obey.Worn out with toil, and tired with changing blows,Their eyes had envied Conrad his repose;And chill and nodding at the turret door,They stretch their listless limbs, and watch no more;Just raised their heads to hail the signet-ring,Nor ask or what or who the sign may bring.

Words in this poem

placid a.
Pleased; contented; unruffied; undisturbed; serene; peaceful; tranquil; quiet; gentle. [L. placidus, originally, pleasing, mild, from placere to please: cf. F. placide. See Please.]
unclosed a.
Not separated by inclosures; open. Clarendon. [Pref. un- not + closed.]
auburn a.
Flaxen-colored. Florio. [OE. auburne blonde, OF. alborne, auborne, fr. LL. alburnus whitish, fr. L. albus white. Cf. Alburn.]
listless a.
Having no desire or inclination; indifferent; heedless; spiritless. [OE. listles, lustles. See Lust.]

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

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Canto II: Canto II XII is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 3, Project Gutenberg ebook #21811; 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

Canto II: Canto II XII is 29 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 93%).

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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 AABBCCDDEEFF--FFFGGHHIIJJHHKK breathA · deathA · bendsB · friendsB · graceC · faceC · hidD · lidD · painE · againE · fairF · hairF · foot · mute · thereF · dareF · gulnareF · restG · guestG · boreH · beforeH · wayI · obeyI · blowsJ · reposeJ · doorH · moreH · ringK · bringK
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
He slept in calmest seeming, for his breath10···/˘/˘···
Was hushed so deep--Ah! happy if in death!10·····/˘···
He slept--Who o'er his placid slumber bends?10·····/˘/˘·
His foes are gone--and here he hath no friends;10··········
Is it some Seraph sent to grant him grace?10···/˘·····
No,'tis an earthly form with heavenly face!10···/˘··/˘·
Its white arm raised a lamp--yet gently hid,10·······/˘·
Lest the ray flash abruptly on the lid10····˘/˘···
Of that closed eye, which opens but to pain,10·····/˘···
And once unclosed--but once may close again.10··˘/····˘/
That form, with eye so dark, and cheek so fair,10··········
And auburn waves of gemmed and braided hair;10·/˘····/˘·
With shape of fairy lightness--naked foot,10···/˘/˘/˘·
That shines like snow, and falls on earth as mute--10··········
Through guards and dunnest night how came it there?10···/˘·····
Ah! rather ask what will not Woman dare?10·/˘····/˘·
Whom Youth and Pity lead like thee, Gulnare!10···/˘·····
She could not sleep--and while the Pacha's rest10··········
In muttering dreams yet saw his pirate-guest,10·/˘····/˘·
She left his side--his signet-ring she bore,10·····/˘···
Which oft in sport adorned her hand before--10····˘/····
And with it, scarcely questioned, won her way10···/˘/˘···
Through drowsy guards that must that sign obey.10·/˘·····˘/
Worn out with toil, and tired with changing blows,10·····/·/˘·
Their eyes had envied Conrad his repose;10···/˘/˘·˘/
And chill and nodding at the turret door,10···/˘··/˘·
They stretch their listless limbs, and watch no more;10···/˘·····
Just raised their heads to hail the signet-ring,10·······/˘·
Nor ask or what or who the sign may bring.10··········

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