Nott

Petrarch (1304–1374), translated by various hands · 1859

iambic pentameter · Italian sonnet · 14 lines · from The Sonnets, Triumphs and Other Poems

Soon as gay morn ascends her purple car,The plaintive warblings of the new-waked grove,The murmuring streams, through flowery meads that rove,Fill with sweet melody the valleys fair.Aurora, famed for constancy in love,Whose face with snow, whose locks with gold compare.Smoothing her aged husband's silvery hair,Bids me the joys of rural music prove.Then, waking, I salute the sun of day;But chief that beauteous sun, whose cheering rayOnce gilt, nay gilds e'en now, life's scene so bright.Dear suns! which oft I've seen together rise;This dims each meaner lustre of the skies,And that sweet sun I love dims every light.

Words in this poem

morn n.
The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry. [OE. morwen, morgen, AS. morgen; akin to D. morgen, OS. morgan, G. morgen, Icel. morginn, morgunn, Sw. morgon, Dan. morgen, Goth. maúrgins. Cf. Morrow, Morning.]
aurora n.
The rising light of the morning; the dawn of day; the redness of the sky just before the sun rises. [L. aurora, for ausosa, akin to Gr. ushas, and E. east.]
beauteous a.
Full of beauty; beautiful; very handsome. [Mostly poetic] -- Beau"te*ous*ly, adv. --
lustre n.
A period of five years; a lustrum. [L. lustrum: cf. F. lustre.]

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

About this text

Nott 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, Nott, in The Sonnets, Triumphs and Other Poems (1859), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #17650, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/petrarch-sonnets/nott-25.html, id L14775.

Form and metre

Nott 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 81%). 92% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 7% 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. 1 ABBAABBACDCDCD carA · groveB · roveB · fairA · loveA · compareB · hairB · proveA · dayC · rayD · brightC · riseD · skiesC · lightD
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.

LineSyl.Stress
Soon as gay morn ascends her purple car,10····˘/·/˘·
The plaintive warblings of the new-waked grove,10·/˘/˘·····
The murmuring streams, through flowery meads that rove,10·/˘··/˘···
Fill with sweet melody the valleys fair.10···/˘˘·/˘·
Aurora, famed for constancy in love,10·····/˘˘··
Whose face with snow, whose locks with gold compare.10········˘/
Smoothing her aged husband's silvery hair,10/˘··/˘/˘˘·
Bids me the joys of rural music prove.10·····/˘/˘·
Then, waking, I salute the sun of day;10·/˘·˘/····
But chief that beauteous sun, whose cheering ray11···/˘˘··/˘·
Once gilt, nay gilds e'en now, life's scene so bright.10··········
Dear suns! which oft I've seen together rise;10······˘/˘·
This dims each meaner lustre of the skies,10···/˘/˘···
And that sweet sun I love dims every light.10·······/˘·

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