Ode I

Richard Lovelace (1617–1657) · 1649

iambic pentameter · heroic couplets · 10 lines · from Lucasta

You are deceiv'd; I sooner may, dull fair,Seat a dark Moor in Cassiopea's chair,Or on the glow-worm's uselesse lightBestow the watching flames of night,Or give the rose's breathTo executed death,Ere the bright hiewOf verse to you;It is just Heaven on beauty stamps a fame,And we, alas! its triumphs but proclaim.

About this text

Ode I is in the public domain. This text is taken from Lucasta, Project Gutenberg ebook #703; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Richard Lovelace, Ode I, in Lucasta (1649), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #703, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/lovelace-lucasta/ode-i.html, id L13045.

Form and metre

Ode I is 10 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%). 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.6 syllables. 30% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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 AABBCCDDEE fairA · chairA · lightB · nightB · breathC · deathC · hiewD · youD · fameE · proclaimE
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
You are deceiv'd; I sooner may, dull fair,10··˘/·/˘···
Seat a dark Moor in Cassiopea's chair,9·········
Or on the glow-worm's uselesse light9·········
Bestow the watching flames of night,8˘/·/˘···
Or give the rose's breath6···/˘·
To executed death,6·/˘·˘·
Ere the bright hiew4····
Of verse to you;4····
It is just Heaven on beauty stamps a fame,10···/·/˘···
And we, alas! its triumphs but proclaim.10··˘/·/˘·˘/

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