Lines Written in an Album, at Malta.E

Lord Byron (1788–1824) · 1816

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

As o'er the cold sepulchral stoneSome name arrests the passer-by;Thus, when thou view'st this page alone,May mine attract thy pensive eye!

And when by thee that name is read,Perchance in some succeeding year,Reflect on me as on the dead,And think my Heart is buried here.

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Lines Written in an Album, at Malta.E 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

Lines Written in an Album, at Malta.E is 8 lines in 2 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 98%).

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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 ABAB stoneA · byB · aloneA · eyeB
  2. 2 ABAB readA · yearB · deadA · hereB
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
As o'er the cold sepulchral stone8····˘/˘·
Some name arrests the passer-by;8··˘/·/˘·
Thus, when thou view'st this page alone,8······˘/
May mine attract thy pensive eye!8··˘/·/˘·
And when by thee that name is read,8········
Perchance in some succeeding year,8˘/··˘/˘·
Reflect on me as on the dead,8˘/······
And think my Heart is buried here.8·····/˘·

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