Morehead
Sennuccio mine! I yet myself console,Though thou hast left me, mournful and alone,For eagerly to heaven thy spirit has flown,Free from the flesh which did so late enrol;Thence, at one view, commands it either pole,The planets and their wondrous courses known,And human sight how brief and doubtful shown;Thus with thy bliss my sorrow I control.One favour--in the third of those bright spheres.Guido and Dante, Cino, too, salute,With Franceschin and all that tuneful train,And tell my lady how I live, in tears,(Savage and lonely as some forest brute)Her sweet face and fair works when memory brings again.
Words in this poem
- hast
- , 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
- flown a.
- Flushed, inflated.
- wondrous adv.
- In a wonderful or surprising manner or degree; wonderfully. [OE. wonders, adv. (later also adj.). See Wonder, n., and cf. -wards.]
- favour n.
- Kind regard; propitious aspect; countenance; friendly disposition; kindness; good will. [Written also favour.]
- tuneful a.
- Harmonious; melodious; musical; as, tuneful notes.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Morehead 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, Morehead, in The Sonnets, Triumphs and Other Poems (1859), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #17650, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/petrarch-sonnets/morehead-2.html, id L14869.
Form and metre
Morehead 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 87%). 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables.
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 consoleA · aloneB · flownB · enrolA · poleA · knownB · shownB · controlA · spheresC · saluteD · trainC · tearsD · bruteC · againD
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Sennuccio mine! I yet myself console, | 10 | ·······/˘/ |
| Though thou hast left me, mournful and alone, | 10 | ·····/˘·˘/ |
| For eagerly to heaven thy spirit has flown, | 10 | ·/˘˘·/·/·· |
| Free from the flesh which did so late enrol; | 10 | ·········· |
| Thence, at one view, commands it either pole, | 10 | ····˘/·/˘· |
| The planets and their wondrous courses known, | 10 | ·/˘··/˘/˘· |
| And human sight how brief and doubtful shown; | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| Thus with thy bliss my sorrow I control. | 10 | ·····/˘·˘/ |
| One favour--in the third of those bright spheres. | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Guido and Dante, Cino, too, salute, | 10 | /˘·/˘/˘·˘/ |
| With Franceschin and all that tuneful train, | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| And tell my lady how I live, in tears, | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| (Savage and lonely as some forest brute) | 10 | /˘·/˘··/˘· |
| Her sweet face and fair works when memory brings again. | 12 | ·······/˘·˘/ |
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