Canto II: Ge XXII

Lord Byron (1788–1824) · 1816

iambic tetrameter · octosyllabic couplets · 22 lines · from The Giaour, and Other Poems

Zuleika, mute and motionless,Stood like that Statue of Distress,When, her last hope for ever gone,The Mother hardened into stone;All in the maid that eye could seeWas but a younger Niobe.But ere her lip, or even her eye,Essayed to speak, or look reply,Beneath the garden's wicket porchFar flashed on high a blazing torch!Another--and another--and another--"Oh! fly--no more--yet now my more than brother!"Far, wide, through every thicket spreadThe fearful lights are gleaming red;Nor these alone--for each right handIs ready with a sheathless brand.They part--pursue--return, and wheelWith searching flambeau, shining steel;And last of all, his sabre waving,Stern Giaffir in his fury raving:And now almost they touch the cave--Oh! must that grot be Selim's grave?

Words in this poem

niobe n.
The daughter of Tantalus, and wife of Amphion, king of Thebes.
sheathless a.
Without a sheath or case for covering; unsheathed.
flambeau n.
A flaming torch, esp. one made by combining together a number of thick wicks invested with a quick-burning substance (anciently, perhaps, wax; in modern times, pitch or the like); hence, any torch. [F., fr. OF. flambe flame, for flamble, from L. flammula a little flame, dim. of flamma flame. See Flame.]
sabre n.
A sword with a broad and heavy blade, thick at the back, and usually more or less curved like a scimiter; a cavalry sword. Saber fish, or Sabre fish (Zoöl.), the cutlass fish.

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

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Form and metre

Canto II: Ge XXII is 22 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets, 82% of the lines: octosyllabic couplets. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%).

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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 AA--B-BBCCDDEEFFGGHHII motionlessA · distressA · gone · stone · seeB · niobe · eyeB · replyB · porchC · torchC · anotherD · brotherD · spreadE · redE · handF · brandF · wheelG · steelG · wavingH · ravingH · caveI · graveI
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
Zuleika, mute and motionless,8·····/˘˘
Stood like that Statue of Distress,8···/··˘/
When, her last hope for ever gone,8·····/˘·
The Mother hardened into stone;8·/˘/˘···
All in the maid that eye could see8········
Was but a younger Niobe.8···/˘/˘˘
But ere her lip, or even her eye,8·····/··
Essayed to speak, or look reply,8˘/····˘/
Beneath the garden's wicket porch8···/˘/˘·
Far flashed on high a blazing torch!8·····/˘·
Another--and another--and another--11˘/˘·˘/˘·˘/˘
"Oh! fly--no more--yet now my more than brother!"11·········/˘
Far, wide, through every thicket spread8···/˘/˘·
The fearful lights are gleaming red;8·/˘··/˘·
Nor these alone--for each right hand8··˘/····
Is ready with a sheathless brand.8·/˘··/˘·
They part--pursue--return, and wheel8··˘/˘/··
With searching flambeau, shining steel;8·/˘/˘/˘·
And last of all, his sabre waving,9·····/˘/˘
Stern Giaffir in his fury raving:9·····/˘/˘
And now almost they touch the cave--8··/·····
Oh! must that grot be Selim's grave?8········

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