Journeying to Visit Laura, He Feels Renewed Ardour as He Approaches
The gale, that o'er yon hills flings softer blue,And wakes to life each bud that gems the glade,I know; its breathings such impression made,Wafting me fame, but wafting sorrow too:My wearied soul to soothe, I bid adieuTo those dear Tuscan haunts I first survey'd;And, to dispel the gloom around me spread,I seek this day my cheering sun to view,Whose sweet attraction is so strong, so great,That Love again compels me to its light;Then he so dazzles me, that vain were flight.Not arms to brave, 'tis wings to 'scape, my fateI ask; but by those beams I'm doom'd to die,When distant which consume, and which enflame when nigh.
Words in this poem
- glade n.
- An open passage through a wood; a grassy open or cleared space in a forest. [Prob. of Scand. origin, and akin to glad, a.; cf. also W. golead, goleuad, a lighting, illumination, fr. goleu light, clear, bright, goleu fwlch glade, lit., a ]
- soothe v. t.
- To assent to as true. Testament of Love. [Originally, to assent to as true; OE. so to verify, AS. ges to prove the truth of, to bear witness. See Sooth, a.]
- dispel v. t.
- To drive away by scattering, or so to cause to vanish; to clear away; to banish; to dissipate; as, to dispel a cloud, vapors, cares, doubts, illusions. [L. dispellere; dis- + pellere to push, drive. See Pulse a beating.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Journeying to Visit Laura, He Feels Renewed Ardour as He Approaches 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.
Cite as: Petrarch, Journeying to Visit Laura, He Feels Renewed Ardour as He Approaches, in The Sonnets, Triumphs and Other Poems (1859), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #17650, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/petrarch-sonnets/journeying-to-visit-laura-he-feels-renewed-ardour-as-he-appr.html, id L14740.
Form and metre
Journeying to Visit Laura, He Feels Renewed Ardour as He Approaches 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 94%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 14% 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 blueA · gladeB · madeB · tooA · adieuA · survey'dB · spreadB · viewA · greatC · lightD · flightC · fateD · dieC · nighD
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 |
|---|---|---|
| The gale, that o'er yon hills flings softer blue, | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| And wakes to life each bud that gems the glade, | 10 | ·········· |
| I know; its breathings such impression made, | 10 | ···/˘·˘/˘· |
| Wafting me fame, but wafting sorrow too: | 10 | /˘···/˘/˘· |
| My wearied soul to soothe, I bid adieu | 10 | ·/˘·····˘/ |
| To those dear Tuscan haunts I first survey'd; | 10 | ···/˘···˘/ |
| And, to dispel the gloom around me spread, | 10 | ··˘/······ |
| I seek this day my cheering sun to view, | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Whose sweet attraction is so strong, so great, | 10 | ··˘/˘····· |
| That Love again compels me to its light; | 10 | ··˘/˘/···· |
| Then he so dazzles me, that vain were flight. | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| Not arms to brave, 'tis wings to 'scape, my fate | 10 | ·········· |
| I ask; but by those beams I'm doom'd to die, | 10 | ·········· |
| When distant which consume, and which enflame when nigh. | 12 | ·/˘·˘/······ |
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