To Lyce, an Elderly Lady

Samuel Johnson (1709–1784) · 1825

common measure · ABAB · 24 lines · from Poems

Ye nymphs, whom starry rays invest,By flatt'ring poets given;Who shine, by lavish lovers drest,In all the pomp of heaven;

Engross not all the beams on high,Which gild a lover's lays;But, as your sister of the sky,Let Lyce share the praise.

Her silver locks display the moon,Her brows a cloudy show,Strip'd rainbows round her eyes are seen,And show'rs from either flow.

Her teeth the night with darkness dies,She's starr'd with pimples o'er;Her tongue, like nimble lightning, plies,And can with thunder roar.

But some Zelinda, while I sing,Denies my Lyce shines;And all the pens of Cupid's wingAttack my gentle lines.

Yet, spite of fair Zelinda's eye,And all her bards express,My Lyce makes as good a sky,And I but flatter less.

Words in this poem

starry a.
Abounding with stars; adorned with stars.
engross v. t.
To make gross, thick, or large; to thicken; to increase in bulk or quantity. [F., fr. pref. en- (L. in) + gros gross, grosse, n., an engrossed document: cf. OF. engrossir, engroissier, to make thick, large, or gross. See Gross.]

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

About this text

To Lyce, an Elderly Lady is in the public domain. This text is taken from Dr. Johnson's Works: Life, Poems, and Tales, Volume 1 (The Works of Samuel Johnson in Nine Volumes, 1825), Project Gutenberg ebook #10835; 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

To Lyce, an Elderly Lady is 24 lines in 6 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 97%).

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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 investA · givenB · drestA · heavenB
  2. 2 ABAB highA · laysB · skyA · praiseB
  3. 3 ABAB moonA · showB · seenA · flowB
  4. 4 ABAB diesA · o'erB · pliesA · roarB
  5. 5 ABAB singA · shinesB · wingA · linesB
  6. 6 ABAB eyeA · expressB · skyA · lessB
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 common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Ye nymphs, whom starry rays invest,8···/˘·˘/
By flatt'ring poets given;7···/˘/˘
Who shine, by lavish lovers drest,8···/˘/˘·
In all the pomp of heaven;7·····/˘
Engross not all the beams on high,8˘/······
Which gild a lover's lays;6···/˘·
But, as your sister of the sky,8···/˘···
Let Lyce share the praise.5·····
Her silver locks display the moon,8·/˘·˘/··
Her brows a cloudy show,6···/˘·
Strip'd rainbows round her eyes are seen,8·/······
And show'rs from either flow.6···/˘·
Her teeth the night with darkness dies,8·····/˘·
She's starr'd with pimples o'er;6···/˘·
Her tongue, like nimble lightning, plies,8···/˘/˘·
And can with thunder roar.6···/˘·
But some Zelinda, while I sing,8········
Denies my Lyce shines;5˘/···
And all the pens of Cupid's wing8·····/˘·
Attack my gentle lines.6˘/·/˘·
Yet, spite of fair Zelinda's eye,8········
And all her bards express,6····˘/
My Lyce makes as good a sky,7·······
And I but flatter less.6···/˘·

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