To Iris, in Bow Street, Convent Garden

Oliver Goldsmith (1730–1774) · 1764–1774

iambic tetrameter · ABAB · 20 lines · from Poems

SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake,Dear mercenary beauty,What annual offering shall I make,Expressive of my duty?

My heart, a victim to thine eyes,Should I at once deliver,Say, would the angry fair one prizeThe gift, who slights the giver?

A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy,My rivals give—and let ’em;If gems, or gold, impart a joy,I’ll give them—when I get ’em.

I’ll give—but not the full-blown rose,Or rose-bud more in fashion;Such short-liv’d offerings but discloseA transitory passion.

I’ll give thee something yet unpaid,Not less sincere, than civil:I’ll give thee—Ah! too charming maid,I’ll give thee—To the devil.

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,]
angry a.
Troublesome; vexatious; rigorous. [See Anger.]
giver n.
One who gives; a donor; a bestower; a grantor; one who imparts or distributes.

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

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Form and metre

To Iris, in Bow Street, Convent Garden is 20 lines in 5 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABAB, complete in 4 of its 5 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.7 syllables. 8 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 10% 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 ABAB rakeA · beautyB · makeA · dutyB
  2. 2 ABAB eyesA · deliverB · prizeA · giverB
  3. 3 ABAB toyA · emB · joyA · emB
  4. 4 ABAB roseA · fashionB · discloseA · passionB
  5. 5 A-A- unpaidA · civil · maidA · devil
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
SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake,8·/˘/˘/˘·
Dear mercenary beauty,7·/˘·˘/˘
What annual offering shall I make,10·/˘˘/˘˘···
Expressive of my duty?7˘/˘··/˘
My heart, a victim to thine eyes,8···/˘···
Should I at once deliver,7····˘/˘
Say, would the angry fair one prize8···/˘···
The gift, who slights the giver?7·····/˘
A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy,8···/˘···
My rivals give—and let ’em;7·/˘····
If gems, or gold, impart a joy,8····˘/··
I’ll give them—when I get ’em.7·······
I’ll give—but not the full-blown rose,8········
Or rose-bud more in fashion;7·····/˘
Such short-liv’d offerings but disclose9···/˘˘·˘/
A transitory passion.7·/˘·˘/˘
I’ll give thee something yet unpaid,8···/˘·˘/
Not less sincere, than civil:7··˘/·/˘
I’ll give thee—Ah! too charming maid,8·····/˘·
I’ll give thee—To the devil.7·····/˘

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