A Sonnet

Oliver Goldsmith (1730–1774) · 1764–1774

trochaic tetrameter · ABAB · 8 lines · from Poems

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,Lost to every gay delight;MYRA, too sincere for feigning,Fears th’ approaching bridal night.

Yet, why impair thy bright perfection?Or dim thy beauty with a tear?Had MYRA followed my direction,She long had wanted cause of fear.

About this text

A Sonnet is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Complete Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, Project Gutenberg ebook #3545; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

A Sonnet is 8 lines in 2 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 84%). 87% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables. 4 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending.

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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 ABAB complainingA · delightB · feigningA · nightB
  2. 2 ABAB perfectionA · tearB · directionA · fearB
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 trochaic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,8/˘/˘˘˘/˘
Lost to every gay delight;8··/˘˘·˘/
MYRA, too sincere for feigning,8/˘·˘/·/˘
Fears th’ approaching bridal night.7·˘/˘/˘·
Yet, why impair thy bright perfection?9··˘/··˘/˘
Or dim thy beauty with a tear?8···/˘···
Had MYRA followed my direction,10·/˘/˘˘·˘/˘
She long had wanted cause of fear.8···/˘···

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