On the Death-Bed

Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) · 1914

iambic pentameter · heroic couplets · 18 lines · from Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries

“I’LL tell—being past all praying for—Then promptly die . . . He was out at the war,And got some scent of the intimacyThat was under way between her and me;And he stole back home, and appeared like a ghostOne night, at the very time almostThat I reached her house. Well, I shot him dead,And secretly buried him. Nothing was said.

“The news of the battle came next day;He was scheduled missing. I hurried away,Got out there, visited the field,And sent home word that a search revealedHe was one of the slain; though, lying aloneAnd stript, his body had not been known.

“But she suspected. I lost her love,Yea, my hope of earth, and of Heaven above;And my time’s now come, and I’ll pay the score,Though it be burning for evermore.”

Words in this poem

promptly adv.
In a prompt manner.
stole n.
A long, loose garment reaching to the feet. [AS. stole, L. stola, Gr. stall. See Stall.]
ghost n.
The spirit; the soul of man. [OE. gast, gost, soul, spirit, AS. gast breath, spirit, soul; akin to OS. g spirit, soul, D. geest, G. geist, and prob. to E. gaze, ghastly.]
evermore adv.
During eternity; always; forever; for an indefinite period; at all times; -- often used substantively with for.

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

About this text

On the Death-Bed is in the public domain. This text is taken from Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries, with Miscellaneous Pieces, Project Gutenberg ebook #2863; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Thomas Hardy, On the Death-Bed, in Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries (1914), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #2863, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/hardy-satires/on-the-death-bed.html, id L24031.

Form and metre

On the Death-Bed is 18 lines in 3 verse paragraphs. It is in rhyming couplets, 89% of the lines: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 72%).

See other poems in heroic couplets, 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.

  1. 1 AA--BBCC forA · warA · intimacy · me · ghostB · almostB · deadC · saidC
  2. 2 AABBCC dayA · awayA · fieldB · revealedB · aloneC · knownC
  3. 3 AABB loveA · aboveA · scoreB · evermoreB
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
“I’LL tell—being past all praying for—8··/··/˘·
Then promptly die . . . He was out at the war,10·/˘·······
And got some scent of the intimacy9······/˘˘
That was under way between her and me;10··········
And he stole back home, and appeared like a ghost11······˘/···
One night, at the very time almost9····/˘·/·
That I reached her house. Well, I shot him dead,10··········
And secretly buried him. Nothing was said.10·/˘/˘·/˘··
“The news of the battle came next day;9····/˘···
He was scheduled missing. I hurried away,11··/˘/˘·/˘˘/
Got out there, visited the field,8···/˘˘··
And sent home word that a search revealed9·······˘/
He was one of the slain; though, lying alone11·······/˘˘/
And stript, his body had not been known.9···/˘····
“But she suspected. I lost her love,9··˘/˘····
Yea, my hope of earth, and of Heaven above;10·······/··
And my time’s now come, and I’ll pay the score,10··········
Though it be burning for evermore.”9···/˘·/˘·

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