Urbino

Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475–1564), translated by John Addington Symonds · 1878

iambic pentameter · ABBA · 14 lines · from Sonnets

God's grace, the cross, our troubles multiplied,Will make us meet in heaven, full well I know:Yet ere we yield our breath, on earth belowWhy need a little solace be denied?

Though seas and mountains and rough ways divideOur feet asunder, neither frost nor snowCan make the soul her ancient love forgo;Nor chains nor bonds the wings of thought have tied.

Borne by these wings with thee I dwell for aye,And weep, and of my dead Urbino talk,Who, were he living, now perchance would be,

For so 'twas planned, thy guest as well as I:Warned by his death another way I walkTo meet him where he waits to live with me.

Words in this poem

solace n.
Comfort in grief; alleviation of grief or anxiety; also, that which relieves in distress; that which cheers or consoles; relief. [OF. solas, ssoulaz, L. solacium, solatium, fr. solari to comfort, console. Cf. Console, v. t.]
forgo v. t.
To pass by; to leave. See 1st Forego. [OE. forgan, forgon, forgoon, AS. forgan, prop., to go past, hence, to abstain from; pref. for- + gan to go; akin to G. vergehen to pass away, to transgress. See]
dwell v. i.
To delay; to linger. [OE. dwellen, dwelien, to err, linger, AS. dwellan to deceive, hinder, delay, dwelian to err; akin to Icel. dvelja to delay, tarry, Sw. dväljas to dwell, Dan. dv]

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

About this text

Urbino is in the public domain. This text is taken from Sonnets, Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, the John Addington Symonds translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Michelangelo Buonarroti, Urbino, in Sonnets (1878), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/michelangelo-sonnets/urbino.html, id L15210.

Form and metre

Urbino is 14 lines in 4 stanzas. The rhyme scheme is ABBA, complete in 2 of its 4 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 95%). 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.0 syllables. 29% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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 ABBA multipliedA · knowB · belowB · deniedA
  2. 2 ABBA divideA · snowB · forgoB · tiedA
  3. 3 A-A ayeA · talk · beA
  4. 4 A-A iA · walk · meA
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
God's grace, the cross, our troubles multiplied,10····//˘/˘·
Will make us meet in heaven, full well I know:10·····/····
Yet ere we yield our breath, on earth below10····/·····
Why need a little solace be denied?10···/˘/˘·˘/
Though seas and mountains and rough ways divide10···/˘···˘/
Our feet asunder, neither frost nor snow10/·˘/˘/˘···
Can make the soul her ancient love forgo;10·····/˘·˘/
Nor chains nor bonds the wings of thought have tied.10··········
Borne by these wings with thee I dwell for aye,10··········
And weep, and of my dead Urbino talk,10··········
Who, were he living, now perchance would be,10···/˘·˘/··
For so 'twas planned, thy guest as well as I:10··········
Warned by his death another way I walk10····˘/˘···
To meet him where he waits to live with me.10··········

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