Winter: An Ode

Samuel Johnson (1709–1784) · 1825

iambic tetrameter · 36 lines · from Poems

No more tire morn, with tepid rays,Unfolds the flow'r of various hue;Noon spreads no more the genial blaze,Nor gentle eve distils the dew.The ling'ring hours prolong the night,Usurping darkness shares the day;Her mists restrain the force of light,And Phoebus holds a doubtful sway.By gloomy twilight, half reveal'd,With sighs we view the hoary hill,The leafless wood, the naked field,The snow-topp'd cot, the frozen rill.No musick warbles through the grove,No vivid colours paint the plain;No more, with devious steps, I roveThrough verdant paths, now sought in vain.Aloud the driving tempest roars,Congeal'd, impetuous show'rs descend;Haste, close the window, bar the doors,Fate leaves me Stella, and a friend.In nature's aid, let art supplyWith light and heat my little sphere;Rouse, rouse the fire, and pile it high,Light up a constellation here.Let musick sound the voice of joy,Or mirth repeat the jocund tale;Let love his wanton wiles employ,And o'er the season wine prevail.Yet time life's dreary winter brings,When mirth's gay tale shall please no moreNor musick charm--though Stella sings;Nor love, nor wine, the spring restore.Catch, then, Oh! catch the transient hour,Improve each moment as it flies;Life's a short summer--man a flow'r:He dies--alas! how soon he dies!

Words in this poem

morn n.
The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry. [OE. morwen, morgen, AS. morgen; akin to D. morgen, OS. morgan, G. morgen, Icel. morginn, morgunn, Sw. morgon, Dan. morgen, Goth. maúrgins. Cf. Morrow, Morning.]
genial a.
Contributing to, or concerned in, propagation or production; generative; procreative; productive. [L. genialis: cf. OF. genial. See Genius.]
phoebus n.
Apollo; the sun god.
hoary a.
White or whitish."The hoary willows."
rill n.
A very small brook; a streamlet. [Cf. LG. rille a small channel or brook, a furrow, a chamfer, OE. rigol a small brook, F. rigole a trench or furrow for water, W. rhill a row, rhigol a little di]
devious a.
Out of a straight line; winding; varying from directness; as, a devious path or way. [L. devius; de + via way. See Viaduct.]
aloud adv.
With a loud voice, or great noise; loudly; audibly. [Pref. a- + loud.]
jocund
Merry; cheerful; gay; airy; lively; sportive. [L. jocundus, jucundus, orig., helpful, fr. juvare to help. See Aid.]
dreary a.
Sorrowful; distressful. [OE. dreori, dreri, AS. dreórig, sad; akin to G. traurig, and prob. to AS. dreósan to fall, Goth. driusan. Cf. Dross, Drear, Drizzle, Drowse.]
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,]

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

About this text

Winter: An Ode 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

Winter: An Ode is 36 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 96%).

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 ABABCDCDEFEFGHGHIJIJKLKLMNMNOPOP-Q-Q raysA · hueB · blazeA · dewB · nightC · dayD · lightC · swayD · reveal'dE · hillF · fieldE · rillF · groveG · plainH · roveG · vainH · roarsI · descendJ · doorsI · friendJ · supplyK · sphereL · highK · hereL · joyM · taleN · employM · prevailN · bringsO · moreP · singsO · restoreP · hour · fliesQ · flow'r · diesQ
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
No more tire morn, with tepid rays,8··/··/˘·
Unfolds the flow'r of various hue;8˘/···/˘·
Noon spreads no more the genial blaze,8·····/˘·
Nor gentle eve distils the dew.8·/˘·˘/··
The ling'ring hours prolong the night,8···/˘/··
Usurping darkness shares the day;8·/˘/˘···
Her mists restrain the force of light,8··˘/····
And Phoebus holds a doubtful sway.8·/˘··/˘·
By gloomy twilight, half reveal'd,8·/˘/··˘/
With sighs we view the hoary hill,8·····/˘·
The leafless wood, the naked field,8·/˘··/˘·
The snow-topp'd cot, the frozen rill.8·····/˘·
No musick warbles through the grove,8·/˘/˘···
No vivid colours paint the plain;8·/˘/˘···
No more, with devious steps, I rove8···/˘···
Through verdant paths, now sought in vain.8·/˘·····
Aloud the driving tempest roars,8˘/·/˘/˘·
Congeal'd, impetuous show'rs descend;8˘/˘/˘·˘/
Haste, close the window, bar the doors,8···/˘···
Fate leaves me Stella, and a friend.8···/˘···
In nature's aid, let art supply8·/˘···˘/
With light and heat my little sphere;8·····/˘·
Rouse, rouse the fire, and pile it high,8···/····
Light up a constellation here.8····˘/˘·
Let musick sound the voice of joy,8·/˘·····
Or mirth repeat the jocund tale;8··˘/·/˘·
Let love his wanton wiles employ,8···/˘·˘/
And o'er the season wine prevail.8···/˘·˘/
Yet time life's dreary winter brings,8···/˘/˘·
When mirth's gay tale shall please no more8········
Nor musick charm--though Stella sings;8·/˘··/˘·
Nor love, nor wine, the spring restore.8······˘/
Catch, then, Oh! catch the transient hour,9·····/˘/˘
Improve each moment as it flies;8˘/·/˘···
Life's a short summer--man a flow'r:8···/˘···
He dies--alas! how soon he dies!8··˘/····

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