Patty

John Clare (1793–1864) · 1820–1835

iambic tetrameter · ABABCDCD · 24 lines · from Poems

Ye swampy falls of pasture ground,And rushy spreading greens;Ye rising swells in brambles bound,And freedom’s wilder’d scenes;I’ve trod ye oft, and love ye dear,And kind was fate to let me;On you I found my all, for here’Twas first my Patty met me.

Flow on, thou gently plashing stream,O’er weed-beds wild and rank;Delighted I’ve enjoy’d my dreamUpon thy mossy bank:Bemoistening many a weedy stem,I’ve watched thee wind so clearly;And on thy bank I found the gemThat makes me love thee dearly.

Thou wilderness, so rudely gay;Oft as I seek thy plain,Oft as I wend my steps away,And meet my joys again,And brush the weaving branches byOf briars and thorns so matty;So oft Reflection warms a sigh,--Here first I meet my Patty.

Words in this poem

swampy a.
Consisting of swamp; like a swamp; low, wet, and spongy; as, swampy land.
rushy a.
Abounding with rushes.
plashing n.
The cutting or bending and intertwining the branches of small trees, as in hedges.
delighted a.
Endowed with delight.
weedy a.
Of or pertaining to weeds; consisting of weeds.
wend n.
A large extent of ground; a perambulation; a circuit.

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

About this text

Patty is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #52601; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: John Clare, Patty, in Poems (1820–1835), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #52601, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/clare-poems/patty.html, id L06661.

Form and metre

Patty is 24 lines in 3 stanzas of 8 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABABCDCD. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 94%). 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.4 syllables. 4 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 17% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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 ABABCDCD groundA · greensB · boundA · scenesB · dearC · meD · hereC · meD
  2. 2 ABABCDCD streamA · rankB · dreamA · bankB · stemC · clearlyD · gemC · dearlyD
  3. 3 ABABCDCD gayA · plainB · awayA · againB · byC · mattyD · sighC · pattyD
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
Ye swampy falls of pasture ground,8·/˘··/˘·
And rushy spreading greens;6·/˘/˘·
Ye rising swells in brambles bound,8·/˘··/˘·
And freedom’s wilder’d scenes;6·/˘···
I’ve trod ye oft, and love ye dear,8········
And kind was fate to let me;7·······
On you I found my all, for here8········
’Twas first my Patty met me.7···/˘··
Flow on, thou gently plashing stream,8···/˘/˘·
O’er weed-beds wild and rank;6······
Delighted I’ve enjoy’d my dream8˘/˘·˘/··
Upon thy mossy bank:6···/˘·
Bemoistening many a weedy stem,10····/˘·/˘·
I’ve watched thee wind so clearly;7·····/˘
And on thy bank I found the gem8········
That makes me love thee dearly.7·····/˘
Thou wilderness, so rudely gay;8·/˘˘·/˘·
Oft as I seek thy plain,6······
Oft as I wend my steps away,8······˘/
And meet my joys again,6····˘/
And brush the weaving branches by8···/˘/˘·
Of briars and thorns so matty;8·/˘···/˘
So oft Reflection warms a sigh,--8··˘/˘···
Here first I meet my Patty.7·····/˘

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