At a Dinner Party

Amy Levy (1861–1889) · 1889

common measure · ABAB · 8 lines · from A London Plane-Tree, and Other Verse

With fruit and flowers the board is deckt,The wine and laughter flow;I’ll not complain--could one expectSo dull a world to know?

You look across the fruit and flowers,My glance your glances find.--It is our secret, only ours,Since all the world is blind.

Words in this poem

expect v. t.
To wait for; to await. [L. expectatum, to look out for, await, expect; ex + out spectare to look at. See Spectacle.]

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

About this text

At a Dinner Party is in the public domain. This text is taken from A London Plane-Tree, and Other Verse, Project Gutenberg ebook #56974; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Amy Levy, At a Dinner Party, in A London Plane-Tree, and Other Verse (1889), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #56974, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/levy-london-plane-tree/at-a-dinner-party.html, id L21566.

Form and metre

At a Dinner Party is 8 lines in 2 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 98%).

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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 decktA · flowB · expectA · knowB
  2. 2 ABAB flowersA · findB · oursA · blindB
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
With fruit and flowers the board is deckt,8···/····
The wine and laughter flow;6···/˘·
I’ll not complain--could one expect8··˘/··˘/
So dull a world to know?6······
You look across the fruit and flowers,9··˘/···/˘
My glance your glances find.--6···/˘·
It is our secret, only ours,9··//˘/˘/˘
Since all the world is blind.6······

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