Wrangham

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

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

'Twas on the blessed morning when the sunIn pity to our Maker hid his light,That, unawares, the captive I was won,Lady, of your bright eyes which chain'd me quite;That seem'd to me no time against the blowsOf love to make defence, to frame relief:Secure and unsuspecting, thus my woesDate their commencement from the common grief.Love found me feeble then and fenceless all,Open the way and easy to my heartThrough eyes, where since my sorrows ebb and flow:But therein was, methinks, his triumph small,On me, in that weak state, to strike his dart,Yet hide from you so strong his very bow.

Words in this poem

defence n.
The act of defending, or the state of being defended; protection, as from violence or danger. [F. défense, OF. defense, fem., defens, masc., fr. L. defensa (cf. Fence.]
fenceless a.
Without a fence; uninclosed; open; unguarded; defenseless.
methinks v.
It seems to me; I think. See Me. [AS. þyncan to seem, me þynceedh, me þuhte, OE. me thinketh, me thoughte; akin to G. dünken to seem, denken to think, and E. think. See Me, and Think.]

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

About this text

Wrangham 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, Wrangham, in The Sonnets, Triumphs and Other Poems (1859), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #17650, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/petrarch-sonnets/wrangham.html, id L14464.

Form and metre

Wrangham 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 91%). 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.0 syllables. 29% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end. Rhymes that have moved apart since the poem was written: love / move.

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 sunA · lightB · wonB · quiteA · blowsA · reliefB · woesB · griefA · allC · heartD · flowC · smallD · dartC · bowD
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
'Twas on the blessed morning when the sun10····˘/˘···
In pity to our Maker hid his light,10·/˘·//˘···
That, unawares, the captive I was won,10··˘/·/˘···
Lady, of your bright eyes which chain'd me quite;10/˘········
That seem'd to me no time against the blows10··········
Of love to make defence, to frame relief:10····˘/··˘/
Secure and unsuspecting, thus my woes10˘/··˘/˘···
Date their commencement from the common grief.10··˘/˘··/˘·
Love found me feeble then and fenceless all,10···/˘··/˘·
Open the way and easy to my heart10/˘···/˘···
Through eyes, where since my sorrows ebb and flow:10·····/˘···
But therein was, methinks, his triumph small,10····˘/·/˘·
On me, in that weak state, to strike his dart,10··········
Yet hide from you so strong his very bow.10·······/˘·

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