To a Friend, Encouraging Him to Pursue Poetry

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

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

Torn is each virtue from its earthly throneBy sloth, intemperance, and voluptuous ease;E'en nature deviates from her wonted ways,Too much the slave of vicious custom grown.Far hence is every light celestial gone,That guides mankind through life's perplexing maze;And those, whom Helicon's sweet waters please,From mocking crowds receive contempt alone.Who now would laurel, myrtle-wreaths obtain?Let want, let shame, Philosophy attend!Cries the base world, intent on sordid gain.What though thy favourite path be trod by few;Let it but urge thee more, dear gentle friend!Thy great design of glory to pursue.

Words in this poem

wonted a.
Accustomed; customary; usual.
maze n.
A wild fancy; a confused notion. [OE. mase; cf. OE. masen to confuse, puzzle, Norweg. masast to fall into a slumber, masa to be continually busy, prate, chatter, Icel. masa to chatter, dial. Sw.]
sordid a.
Filthy; foul; dirty. [L. sordidus, fr. sordere to be filthy or dirty; probably akin to E. swart: cf. F. sordide. See Swart, a.]

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

About this text

To a Friend, Encouraging Him to Pursue Poetry 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.

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Form and metre

To a Friend, Encouraging Him to Pursue Poetry 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%). 92% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.2 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 throneA · easeB · waysB · grownA · goneA · mazeB · pleaseB · aloneA · obtainC · attendD · gainC · fewD · friendC · pursueD
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
Torn is each virtue from its earthly throne10···/˘··/˘·
By sloth, intemperance, and voluptuous ease;11··˘/˘˘·˘/˘·
E'en nature deviates from her wonted ways,11·/˘/˘···/˘·
Too much the slave of vicious custom grown.10·····/˘/˘·
Far hence is every light celestial gone,10···/˘·˘/˘·
That guides mankind through life's perplexing maze;10··//··˘/˘·
And those, whom Helicon's sweet waters please,10···/˘··/˘·
From mocking crowds receive contempt alone.10·/˘·˘/˘/˘/
Who now would laurel, myrtle-wreaths obtain?10···/˘/˘·˘/
Let want, let shame, Philosophy attend!10····˘/˘˘˘/
Cries the base world, intent on sordid gain.10····˘/·/˘·
What though thy favourite path be trod by few;11···········
Let it but urge thee more, dear gentle friend!10·······/˘·
Thy great design of glory to pursue.10··˘/·/˘·˘/

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