Sonnets Attempted in the Manner of Contemporary Writers I

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834) · 1796–1817

iambic pentameter · ABBACDDCCEFEFE · 14 lines · from Poems of Coleridge

Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd,And my poor heart was sad: so at the moonI gaz'd-and sigh'd, and sigh'd!--for, ah! how soonEve darkens into night. Mine eye perus'dWith tearful vacancy the dampy grassWhich wept and glitter'd in the paly ray;And I did pause me on my lonely way,And mused me on those wretched ones who passO'er the black heath of Sorrow. But, alas!Most of Myself I thought: when it befellThat the sooth Spirit of the breezy woodBreath'd in mine ear--"All this is very well;But much of one thing is for no thing good."Ah! my poor heart's inexplicable swell!

Words in this poem

tearful a.
Abounding with tears; weeping; shedding tears; as, tearful eyes.
vacancy n.
The quality or state of being vacant; emptiness; hence, freedom from employment; intermission; leisure; idleness; listlessness. [Cf. F. vacance.]
dampy a.
Somewhat damp. Drayton.
paly a.
Pale; wanting color; dim. Shak. Whittier. [From Pale, a.]
sooth a.
True; faithful; trustworthy. [OE. soth, AS. s, for san; akin to OS. s, OHG. sand, Icel. sannr, Sw. sann, Dan. sand, Skr. sat, sant, real, genuine, present, being; properly p. pr. from a root]
breezy a.
Characterized by, or having, breezes; airy.

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

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Form and metre

Sonnets Attempted in the Manner of Contemporary Writers I is 14 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABBACDDCCEFEFE. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 85%). 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.8 syllables. 50% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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 ABBACDDCCEFEFE mus'dA · moonB · soonB · perus'dA · grassC · rayD · wayD · passC · alasC · befellE · woodF · wellE · goodF · swellE
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
Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd,10/˘········
And my poor heart was sad: so at the moon10··········
I gaz'd-and sigh'd, and sigh'd!--for, ah! how soon10··········
Eve darkens into night. Mine eye perus'd10·/˘·····˘/
With tearful vacancy the dampy grass9·/˘/˘·/˘·
Which wept and glitter'd in the paly ray;10···/˘··/˘·
And I did pause me on my lonely way,10·······/˘·
And mused me on those wretched ones who pass10·····/˘···
O'er the black heath of Sorrow. But, alas!10·····/˘·˘/
Most of Myself I thought: when it befell10···/····˘/
That the sooth Spirit of the breezy wood9···/··/˘·
Breath'd in mine ear--"All this is very well;10·······/˘·
But much of one thing is for no thing good."10··········
Ah! my poor heart's inexplicable swell!9·····˘/˘·

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