Her Kind and Gentle Salutation Thrills His Heart with Pleasure
She, in her face who doth my gone heart wear,As lone I sate 'mid love-thoughts dear and true,Appear'd before me: to show honour due,I rose, with pallid brow and reverent air.Soon as of such my state she was aware,She turn'd on me with look so soft and newAs, in Jove's greatest fury, might subdueHis rage, and from his hand the thunders tear.I started: on her further way she pass'dGraceful, and speaking words I could not brook,Nor of her lustrous eyes the loving look.When on that dear salute my thoughts are cast,So rich and varied do my pleasures flow,No pain I feel, nor evil fear below.
Words in this poem
- lone n.
- A lane. See Loanin.
- sate v. t.
- To satisfy the desire or appetite of; to satiate; to glut; to surfeit. [Probably shortened fr. satiate: cf. L. satus full. See Satiate.]
- honour n.
- Esteem due or paid to worth; high estimation; respect; consideration; reverence; veneration; manifestation of respect or reverence. [OE. honor, honour, onour, onur, OF. honor, onor, honur, onur, honour, onour, F. honneur, fr. L. honor, honos.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Her Kind and Gentle Salutation Thrills His Heart with Pleasure is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Sonnets, Triumphs and Other Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #17650, the various hands translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
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Form and metre
Her Kind and Gentle Salutation Thrills His Heart with Pleasure is 14 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABBAABBACDCDCD, the pattern of the Italian sonnet. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%). 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.0 syllables. 21% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other Italian sonnets, 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 ABBAABBACDCDCD wearA · trueB · dueB · airA · awareA · newB · subdueB · tearA · pass'dC · brookD · lookC · castD · flowC · belowD
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.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| She, in her face who doth my gone heart wear, | 10 | ·········· |
| As lone I sate 'mid love-thoughts dear and true, | 10 | ·········· |
| Appear'd before me: to show honour due, | 10 | ˘/·····/˘· |
| I rose, with pallid brow and reverent air. | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| Soon as of such my state she was aware, | 10 | ········˘/ |
| She turn'd on me with look so soft and new | 10 | ·········· |
| As, in Jove's greatest fury, might subdue | 10 | ···/˘/˘·˘/ |
| His rage, and from his hand the thunders tear. | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| I started: on her further way she pass'd | 10 | ·/˘··/˘··· |
| Graceful, and speaking words I could not brook, | 10 | /˘·/˘····· |
| Nor of her lustrous eyes the loving look. | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| When on that dear salute my thoughts are cast, | 10 | ····˘/···· |
| So rich and varied do my pleasures flow, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| No pain I feel, nor evil fear below. | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
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