Armgart: Scene III, A Year Later
DOCTOR. Were is my patient, Fräulein?
WALPURGA. Fled! escapedGone to rehearsal. Is it dangerous?
DOCTOR. No, no; her throat is cured. I only cameTo hear her try her voice. Had she yet sung?
WALPURGA. No; she had meant to wait for you. She said,"The Doctor has a right to my first song."Her gratitude was full of little plans,But all were swept away like gathered flowersBy sudden storm. She saw this opera bill—It was a wasp to sting her: she turned pale,Snatched up her hat and mufflers, said in haste,"I go to Leo—to rehearsal—noneShall sing Fidelio to-night but me!"Then rushed down stairs.
DOCTOR. (looking at his watch) And this, not long ago?
WALPURGA. Barely an hour.
DOCTOR. I will come again,Returning from Charlottenburg at, one.
WALPURGA. Doctor, I feel a strange presentiment.Are you quite easy?
DOCTOR. She can take no harm.'Twas time for her to sing: her throat is well.It was a fierce attack, and dangerous;I had to use strong remedies, but—well!At one, dear Fräulein, we shall meet again.
Words in this poem
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
- rushed a.
- Abounding or covered with rushes.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Armgart: Scene III, A Year Later is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Legend of Jubal and Other Poems (ten poems from The poems of George Eliot, Crowell, 1884, on Wikisource; four from The Spanish Gypsy; The Legend of Jubal and Other Poems, Old and New, Worthington, 1890, Internet Archive spanishgypsylege00elio), Wikisource and Internet Archive; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: George Eliot, Armgart: Scene III, A Year Later, in The Legend of Jubal and Other Poems (1874), text of Wikisource and Internet Archive, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/eliot-poems/armgart-scene-iii.html, id L29770.
Form and metre
Armgart: Scene III, A Year Later is 26 lines in 9 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 87%).
See 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.
- 9 -A-A- harm · wellA · dangerous · wellA · again
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 |
|---|---|---|
| DOCTOR. Were is my patient, Fräulein? | 9 | /˘···/˘·· |
| WALPURGA. Fled! escaped | 6 | ····˘/ |
| Gone to rehearsal. Is it dangerous? | 10 | ··˘/˘··/˘˘ |
| DOCTOR. No, no; her throat is cured. I only came | 12 | /˘·······/˘· |
| To hear her try her voice. Had she yet sung? | 10 | ·········· |
| WALPURGA. No; she had meant to wait for you. She said, | 13 | ············· |
| "The Doctor has a right to my first song." | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Her gratitude was full of little plans, | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| But all were swept away like gathered flowers | 11 | ····˘/·/˘/˘ |
| By sudden storm. She saw this opera bill— | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| It was a wasp to sting her: she turned pale, | 10 | ·········· |
| Snatched up her hat and mufflers, said in haste, | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| "I go to Leo—to rehearsal—none | 10 | ···/˘·˘/˘· |
| Shall sing Fidelio to-night but me!" | 9 | ········· |
| Then rushed down stairs. | 4 | ···· |
| DOCTOR. (looking at his watch) And this, not long ago? | 13 | /˘/˘·······˘/ |
| WALPURGA. Barely an hour. | 8 | ···/˘·/˘ |
| DOCTOR. I will come again, | 7 | /˘···˘/ |
| Returning from Charlottenburg at, one. | 10 | ˘/˘······· |
| WALPURGA. Doctor, I feel a strange presentiment. | 13 | ···/˘····˘/˘˘ |
| Are you quite easy? | 5 | ···/˘ |
| DOCTOR. She can take no harm. | 7 | /˘····· |
| 'Twas time for her to sing: her throat is well. | 10 | ·········· |
| It was a fierce attack, and dangerous; | 10 | ····˘/·/˘˘ |
| I had to use strong remedies, but—well! | 10 | ·····/˘˘·· |
| At one, dear Fräulein, we shall meet again. | 10 | ········˘/ |
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