That lady of all gentle memories

Dante Alighieri (1265–1321), translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti · 1861

iambic pentameter · 19 lines · from The New Life

That lady of all gentle memoriesHad lighted on my soul;—whose new abodeLies now, as it was well ordained of God,Among the poor in heart, where Mary is.Love, knowing that dear image to be his,Woke up within the sick heart sorrow-bow’d,Unto the sighs which are its weary loadSaying, “Go forth.” And they went forth, I wis;Forth went they from my breast that throbbed and ached;With such a pang as oftentimes will batheMine eyes with tears when I am left alone.And still those sighs which drew the heaviest breathCame whispering thus: “O noble intellect!It is a year to-day that thou art gone.”

That lady of all gentle memoriesHad lighted on my soul;—for whose sake flow’dThe tears of Love; in whom the power abodeWhich led you to observe while I did this.Love, knowing that dear image to be his, etc.

Words in this poem

abode n.
Act of waiting; delay. [OE. abad, abood, fr. abiden to abide. See Abide. For the change of vowel, cf. abode, imp. of abide.]
went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.
oftentimes adv.
Frequently; often; many times. [Often + time. Cf. -wards.]

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

About this text

That lady of all gentle memories is in the public domain. This text is taken from The New Life, Project Gutenberg ebook #41085, the Dante Gabriel Rossetti 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: Dante Alighieri, That lady of all gentle memories, in The New Life (1861), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #41085, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/dante-vita-nuova/that-lady-of-all-gentle-memories.html, id L14443.

Form and metre

That lady of all gentle memories is 19 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 82%).

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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 AB-AABB------- memoriesA · abodeB · god · isA · hisA · bow'dB · loadB · wis · ached · bathe · alone · breath · intellect · gone
  2. 2 -AA-- memories · flow'dA · abodeA · this · etc
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
That lady of all gentle memories10·/˘··/˘/˘˘
Had lighted on my soul;—whose new abode10·/˘·····˘/
Lies now, as it was well ordained of God,10······˘/··
Among the poor in heart, where Mary is.10·······/˘·
Love, knowing that dear image to be his,10·/˘··/˘···
Woke up within the sick heart sorrow-bow’d,10·······/˘·
Unto the sighs which are its weary load10·······/˘·
Saying, “Go forth.” And they went forth, I wis;10/˘········
Forth went they from my breast that throbbed and ached;10··········
With such a pang as oftentimes will bathe10·····/˘···
Mine eyes with tears when I am left alone.10········˘/
And still those sighs which drew the heaviest breath10·······/˘·
Came whispering thus: “O noble intellect!10·/˘··/˘/˘·
It is a year to-day that thou art gone.”10··········
That lady of all gentle memories10·/˘··/˘/˘˘
Had lighted on my soul;—for whose sake flow’d10·/˘·······
The tears of Love; in whom the power abode10·······/˘/
Which led you to observe while I did this.10····˘/····
Love, knowing that dear image to be his, etc.12·/··/˘····/˘

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