Canto II: Ge II

Lord Byron (1788–1824) · 1816

iambic tetrameter · 27 lines · from The Giaour, and Other Poems

The winds are high on Helle's wave,As on that night of stormy waterWhen Love, who sent, forgot to saveThe young--the beautiful--the brave--The lonely hope of Sestos' daughter.Oh! when alone along the skyHer turret-torch was blazing high,Though rising gale, and breaking foam,And shrieking sea-birds warned him home;And clouds aloft and tides below,With signs and sounds, forbade to go,He could not see, he would not hear,Or sound or sign foreboding fear;His eye but saw that light of Love,The only star it hailed above;His ear but rang with Hero's song,"Ye waves, divide not lovers long!"--That tale is old, but Love anewMay nerve young hearts to prove as true.

The winds are high and Helle's tideRolls darkly heaving to the main;And Night's descending shadows hideThat field with blood bedewed in vain,The desert of old Priam's pride;The tombs, sole relics of his reign,All--save immortal dreams that could beguileThe blind old man of Scio's rocky isle!

Words in this poem

isle v. t.
To cause to become an island, or like an island; to surround or encompass; to island.

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

About this text

Canto II: Ge II 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: Ge II is 27 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 96%).

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 ABAABCCDDEEFFGGHHII waveA · waterB · saveA · braveA · daughterB · skyC · highC · foamD · homeD · belowE · goE · hearF · fearF · loveG · aboveG · songH · longH · anewI · trueI
  2. 2 ABABABCC tideA · mainB · hideA · vainB · prideA · reignB · beguileC · isleC
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
The winds are high on Helle's wave,7·······
As on that night of stormy water9·····/˘/˘
When Love, who sent, forgot to save8····˘/··
The young--the beautiful--the brave--8···/˘˘··
The lonely hope of Sestos' daughter.9·/˘····/˘
Oh! when alone along the sky8··˘/˘/··
Her turret-torch was blazing high,8·/˘··/˘·
Though rising gale, and breaking foam,8·/˘··/˘·
And shrieking sea-birds warned him home;8·/˘·····
And clouds aloft and tides below,8··˘/····
With signs and sounds, forbade to go,8····˘/··
He could not see, he would not hear,8········
Or sound or sign foreboding fear;8····˘/˘·
His eye but saw that light of Love,8········
The only star it hailed above;8·/˘·····
His ear but rang with Hero's song,8·····/˘·
"Ye waves, divide not lovers long!"--8··˘/·/˘·
That tale is old, but Love anew8······˘/
May nerve young hearts to prove as true.8········
The winds are high and Helle's tide7·······
Rolls darkly heaving to the main;8·/˘/˘···
And Night's descending shadows hide8··˘/˘/··
That field with blood bedewed in vain,8········
The desert of old Priam's pride;8·/˘··/··
The tombs, sole relics of his reign,8···/˘···
All--save immortal dreams that could beguile10··˘/˘···˘/
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle!10·····/˘/˘·

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