Nott
The chosen angels, and the blest above,Heaven's citizens!--the day when Laura ceasedTo adorn the world, about her thronging press'd,Replete with wonder and with holy love."What sight is this?--what will this beauty prove?"Said they; "for sure no form in charms so dress'd,From yonder globe to this high place of rest,In all the latter age, did e'er remove!"She, pleased and happy with her mansion new,Compares herself with the most perfect there;And now and then she casts a glance to viewIf yet I come, and seems to wish me near.Rise then, my thoughts, to heaven!--vain world, adieu!My Laura calls! her quickening voice I hear!
Words in this poem
- laura n.
- A number of hermitages or cells in the same neighborhood occupied by anchorites who were under the same superior. C. Kingsley.
- replete a.
- Filled again; completely filled; full; charged; abounding. [L. repletus, p. p. of replere to fill again, fill up; pref. re- re- + plere to fill, akin to plenus full: cf. F. replet corpulent. See Plenty, Replenish.]
- yonder adv.
- At a distance, but within view. [OE. yonder, ýonder; cf. OD. ginder, Goth. jaindr there. Yond, adv.]
- mansion n.
- A dwelling place, -- whether a part or whole of a house or other shelter. [OF. mansion, F. maison, fr. L. mansio a staying, remaining, a dwelling, habitation, fr. manere, mansum, to stay, dwell; akin to Gr. Manse, Manor, Menagerie, Men]
- quickening n.
- The act or process of making or of becoming quick.
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-37.html, id L14973.
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 90%). 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 aboveA · ceasedB · press'dB · loveA · proveA · dress'dB · restB · removeA · newC · thereD · viewC · nearD · adieuC · hearD
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 chosen angels, and the blest above, | 10 | ·/˘/˘····· |
| Heaven's citizens!--the day when Laura ceased | 10 | /˘/˘···/˘· |
| To adorn the world, about her thronging press'd, | 11 | ·˘/·····/˘· |
| Replete with wonder and with holy love. | 10 | ˘/·/˘··/˘· |
| "What sight is this?--what will this beauty prove?" | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Said they; "for sure no form in charms so dress'd, | 10 | ·········· |
| From yonder globe to this high place of rest, | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| In all the latter age, did e'er remove!" | 10 | ···/˘···˘/ |
| She, pleased and happy with her mansion new, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| Compares herself with the most perfect there; | 10 | ˘/˘/···/·· |
| And now and then she casts a glance to view | 10 | ·········· |
| If yet I come, and seems to wish me near. | 10 | ·········· |
| Rise then, my thoughts, to heaven!--vain world, adieu! | 10 | ·····/··˘/ |
| My Laura calls! her quickening voice I hear! | 10 | ·/˘··/˘··· |
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