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Henry John Newbolt (1862–1938) · 1912

iambic tetrameter · ABAB · 4 lines · from Poems: New and Old

O strength divine of Roman days,O spirit of the age of faith,Go with our sons on all their ways,When we long since are dust and wraith.

Words in this poem

wraith n.
An apparition of a person in his exact likeness, seen before death, or a little after; hence, an apparition; a specter; a vision; an unreal image. [Scot. wraith, warth; probably originally, a guardian angel, from Icel. vörthr a warden, guardian, akin to E. ward. See Ward a guard.]

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

About this text

Page is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems: New and Old, Project Gutenberg ebook #24405; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Henry John Newbolt, Page, in Poems: New and Old (1912), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #24405, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/newbolt-poems/page.html, id L11376.

Form and metre

Page is 4 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABAB. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic tetrameter. 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables.

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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 daysA · faithB · waysA · wraithB
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
O strength divine of Roman days,8··˘/·/˘·
O spirit of the age of faith,8·/˘·····
Go with our sons on all their ways,9··/˘·····
When we long since are dust and wraith.8········

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