Iceland

Harry Graham (1874–1936) · 1905

iambic tetrameter · ABABCC · 6 lines · from Verse and Worse

The climate is intensely cold;Wild curates would not drag me there;Not tho' they brought great bags of gold,And piled them underneath my chair.If twenty bishops bade me go,I should decidedly say, 'No!'

Words in this poem

intensely adv.
Intently. J. Spencer.
piled a.
Having a pile or point; pointed. [From 2d Pile.]
bade
A form of the pat tense of Bid.
decidedly adv.
In a decided manner; indisputably; clearly; thoroughly.

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

About this text

Iceland is in the public domain. This text is taken from Verse and Worse, Project Gutenberg ebook #36702; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Harry Graham, Iceland, in Verse and Worse (1905), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #36702, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/graham-verse-and-worse/iceland.html, id L23305.

Form and metre

Iceland is 6 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABABCC. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 91%).

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 ABABCC coldA · thereB · goldA · chairB · goC · noC
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
The climate is intensely cold;8·/˘·˘/˘·
Wild curates would not drag me there;8·/˘·····
Not tho' they brought great bags of gold,8········
And piled them underneath my chair.8····˘/··
If twenty bishops bade me go,8·/˘/˘···
I should decidedly say, 'No!'8··˘/˘˘··

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