An ODE
Arise my Dove, from mid'st of Pots arise,Thy sully'd Habitation leave,To Dust no longer cleave,Unworthy they of Heaven that will not view the Skies.Thy native Beauty re-assume,Prune each neglected Plume,Till more than Silver white,Then burnisht Gold more bright,Thus ever ready stand to take thy Eternal Flight.
About this text
An ODE is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems (1686), Project Gutenberg ebook #41076; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Anne Killigrew, An ODE, in Poems (1686) (1686), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #41076, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/killigrew-poems/an-ode-2.html, id L09207.
Form and metre
An ODE is 9 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABBACCDDD. 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables.
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 ABBACCDDD ariseA · leaveB · cleaveB · skiesA · assumeC · plumeC · whiteD · brightD · flightD
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. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Arise my Dove, from mid'st of Pots arise, | 10 | ˘/······˘/ |
| Thy sully'd Habitation leave, | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| To Dust no longer cleave, | 6 | ···/˘· |
| Unworthy they of Heaven that will not view the Skies. | 12 | ˘/˘··/······ |
| Thy native Beauty re-assume, | 8 | ·/˘/˘·˘/ |
| Prune each neglected Plume, | 6 | ··˘/˘· |
| Till more than Silver white, | 6 | ···/˘· |
| Then burnisht Gold more bright, | 6 | ······ |
| Thus ever ready stand to take thy Eternal Flight. | 12 | ·//˘····˘/˘· |
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