Cupid Drowned

Mary E. Burt (1850–1918) · 1904

iambic tetrameter · octosyllabic couplets · 18 lines · from Poems Every Child Should Know

“Cupid Drowned” (1784-1859), “Cupid Stung” (1779-1852), and “Cupid andMy Campasbe” (1558-1606) are three dainty poems recommended by Mrs.Margaret Mooney, of the Albany Teachers’ College, in her “FoundationStudies in Literature.” Children are always delighted with them.

T’other day as I was twiningRoses, for a crown to dine in,What, of all things, ’mid the heap,Should I light on, fast asleep,But the little desperate elf,The tiny traitor, Love, himself!By the wings I picked him upLike a bee, and in a cupOf my wine I plunged and sank him,Then what d’ye think I did?--I drank him.Faith, I thought him dead. Not he!There he lives with tenfold glee;And now this moment with his wingsI feel him tickling my heart-strings.

Words in this poem

cupid
The god of love, son of Venus; usually represented as a naked, winged boy with bow and arrow. [L.Cupido, fr. cupido desire, desire of love, fr. cupidus. See Cupidity.]
dainty n.
Value; estimation; the gratification or pleasure taken in anything. [OE. deinie, dainte, deintie, deyntee, OF. deintié delicacy, orig., dignity, honor, fr. L. dignitas, fr. dignus worthy. See Deign, and cf. Dignity.]
delighted a.
Endowed with delight.
dine v. i.
To eat the principal regular meal of the day; to take dinner. [F. dîner, OF. disner, LL. disnare, contr. fr. an assumed disjunare; dis- + an assumed junare (OF. juner) to fast, for L. jejunare, fr. jejunus fasting. See Jeju]
desperate a.
Without hope; given to despair; hopeless. [L. desperatus, p. p. of desperare. See Despair, and cf. Desperado.]
drank n.
Wild oats, or darnel grass. See Drake a plant. [Cf. 3d Drake.]
glee n.
Music; minstrelsy; entertainment.

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

About this text

Cupid Drowned is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems Every Child Should Know The What-Every-Child-Should-Know-Library, Project Gutenberg ebook #16436; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Mary E. Burt, Cupid Drowned, in Poems Every Child Should Know (1904), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #16436, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/poems-every-child/cupid-drowned.html, id L25288.

Form and metre

Cupid Drowned is 18 lines in 2 verse paragraphs. It is in rhyming couplets, 67% of the lines: octosyllabic couplets. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 83%).

See other poems in octosyllabic couplets, other poems in iambic tetrameter.

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. 2 --AABBCCDDEEFF twining · in · heapA · asleepA · elfB · himselfB · upC · cupC · himD · himD · heE · gleeE · wingsF · stringsF
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 tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
“Cupid Drowned” (1784-1859), “Cupid Stung” (1779-1852), and “Cupid and10/˘·/˘··/˘·
My Campasbe” (1558-1606) are three dainty poems recommended by Mrs.16·····/˘/˘·˘/˘·/˘
Margaret Mooney, of the Albany Teachers’ College, in her “Foundation17/˘/˘··/˘/˘/˘··˘/˘
Studies in Literature.” Children are always delighted with them.15/˘·/˘/˘·/·˘/˘··
T’other day as I was twining9˘/˘····/˘
Roses, for a crown to dine in,8/˘······
What, of all things, ’mid the heap,7·······
Should I light on, fast asleep,7·····˘/
But the little desperate elf,7··/˘/˘·
The tiny traitor, Love, himself!8·/˘/˘·˘/
By the wings I picked him up8·····˘··
Like a bee, and in a cup7·······
Of my wine I plunged and sank him,8········
Then what d’ye think I did?--I drank him.9·········
Faith, I thought him dead. Not he!7·······
There he lives with tenfold glee;7····/··
And now this moment with his wings8···/˘···
I feel him tickling my heart-strings.8···/˘···

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