On the Lord's Prayer, No. 1
Ye vile offscourings! with unblushing faceDare ye claim sonship to our heavenly Sire,Who serve brute vices, crouching in the mireTo hounds and conies, beasts that ape our race?Such truckling is called virtue by the baseHucksters of sophistry, the priest and friar,--Gilt claws of tyrant brutes,--who lie for hire,Preaching that God delights in this disgrace.Look well, ye brainless folk! Do fathers holdTheir children slaves to serfs? Do sheep obeyThe witless ram? Why make a beast your king?If there are no archangels, let your foldBe governed by the sense of all: why strayFrom men to worship every filthy thing?
Words in this poem
- unblushing a.
- Not blushing; shameless.
- sonship n.
- The state of being a son, or of bearing the relation of a son; filiation. Dr. H. More.
- sire n.
- A lord, master, or other person in authority. See Sir. [F. sire, originally, an older person. See Sir.]
- sophistry n.
- The art or process of reasoning; logic. [OE. sophistrie, OF. sophisterie.]
- brainless a.
- Without understanding; silly; thougthless; witless.
- folk n.
- In Anglo-Saxon times, the people of a group of townships or villages; a community; a tribe. [AS. folc; akin to D. volk, OS. & OHG. folk, G. volk, Icel. f, Sw. & Dan. folk, Lith. pulkas crowd, and perh. to E. follow.]
- witless a.
- Destitute of wit or understanding; wanting thought; hence, indiscreet; not under the guidance of judgment.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
On the Lord's Prayer, No. 1 is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Sonnets of Michael Angelo Buonarroti and Tommaso Campanella, Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, the John Addington Symonds translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Tommaso Campanella, On the Lord's Prayer, No. 1, in Sonnets (1878), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/campanella-sonnets/on-the-lord-s-prayer-no-1.html, id L27838.
Form and metre
On the Lord's Prayer, No. 1 is 14 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABBAABBACDECDE, the pattern of the Italian sonnet. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 86%).
See other Italian sonnets, other poems in iambic pentameter.
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 ABBAABBACDECDE faceA · sireB · mireB · raceA · baseA · friarB · hireB · disgraceA · holdC · obeyD · kingE · foldC · strayD · thingE
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.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Ye vile offscourings! with unblushing face | 10 | ······˘/˘· |
| Dare ye claim sonship to our heavenly Sire, | 10 | ···/˘·//˘/ |
| Who serve brute vices, crouching in the mire | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| To hounds and conies, beasts that ape our race? | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Such truckling is called virtue by the base | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Hucksters of sophistry, the priest and friar,-- | 11 | /˘·/˘˘···/˘ |
| Gilt claws of tyrant brutes,--who lie for hire, | 11 | ···/˘····/˘ |
| Preaching that God delights in this disgrace. | 10 | /˘··˘/··˘/ |
| Look well, ye brainless folk! Do fathers hold | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| Their children slaves to serfs? Do sheep obey | 10 | ·/˘·····˘/ |
| The witless ram? Why make a beast your king? | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| If there are no archangels, let your fold | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Be governed by the sense of all: why stray | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| From men to worship every filthy thing? | 10 | ···/˘/˘/˘· |
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