From Job I

Lord Byron (1788–1824) · 1816

iambic pentameter · heroic couplets · 6 lines · from The Giaour, and Other Poems

A spirit passed before me: I beheldThe face of Immortality unveiled--Deep Sleep came down on every eye save mine--And there it stood,--all formless--but divine:Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:

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From Job I 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

From Job I is 6 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%).

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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 AABBCC beheldA · unveiledA · mineB · divineB · quakeC · spakeC
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
A spirit passed before me: I beheld9·/·····˘/
The face of Immortality unveiled--9····˘/˘˘/
Deep Sleep came down on every eye save mine--10·····/˘···
And there it stood,--all formless--but divine:10·····/˘·˘/
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;10˘/···/˘···
And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:10·····/˘···

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