Macgregor
With grief and tears (my soul's proud sovereign's food)I ever nourish still my aching heart;I feel my blanching cheek, and oft I startAs on Love's sharp engraven wound I brood.But she, who e'er on earth unrivall'd stood,Flits o'er my couch, when prostrate by his dartI lie; and there her presence doth impart.Whilst scarce my eyes dare meet their vision'd good,With that fair hand in life I so desired,She stays my eyes' sad tide; her voice's toneAwakes the balm earth ne'er to man can give:And thus she speaks:--"Oh! vain hath wisdom firedThe hopeless mourner's breast; no more bemoan,I am not dead--would thou like me couldst live!"
Words in this poem
- aching a.
- That aches; continuously painful. See Ache.
- scarce a.
- Not plentiful or abundant; in small quantity in proportion to the demand; not easily to be procured; rare; uncommon. [OE. scars, OF. escars, eschars, LL. scarpsus, for L. excerptus, p. p. of excerpere to pick out, and hence to contract, to shorten; ex (see Ex-) + carpere. See C]
- bemoan v. t.
- To express deep grief for by moaning; to express sorrow for; to lament; to bewail; to pity or sympathize with. [OE. bimenen, AS. bem; pref. be- + m to moan. See Moan.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Macgregor 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, Macgregor, in The Sonnets, Triumphs and Other Poems (1859), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #17650, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/petrarch-sonnets/macgregor-40.html, id L14966.
Form and metre
Macgregor 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 93%). 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 29% 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 foodA · heartB · startB · broodA · stoodA · dartB · impartB · goodA · desiredC · toneD · giveC · firedD · bemoanC · liveD
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 |
|---|---|---|
| With grief and tears (my soul's proud sovereign's food) | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| I ever nourish still my aching heart; | 10 | ·/˘/˘··/˘· |
| I feel my blanching cheek, and oft I start | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| As on Love's sharp engraven wound I brood. | 10 | ·········· |
| But she, who e'er on earth unrivall'd stood, | 10 | ·········· |
| Flits o'er my couch, when prostrate by his dart | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| I lie; and there her presence doth impart. | 10 | ·····/˘·˘/ |
| Whilst scarce my eyes dare meet their vision'd good, | 10 | ·········· |
| With that fair hand in life I so desired, | 11 | ········˘/˘ |
| She stays my eyes' sad tide; her voice's tone | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Awakes the balm earth ne'er to man can give: | 10 | ˘/········ |
| And thus she speaks:--"Oh! vain hath wisdom fired | 11 | ·······/˘/˘ |
| The hopeless mourner's breast; no more bemoan, | 10 | ·/˘/˘···˘/ |
| I am not dead--would thou like me couldst live!" | 10 | ·········· |
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