Metrical
Yes! I remember well our meeting,When first thou dawnedst on my sight,Like some fair phantom past me fleeting,Some nymph of purity and light.
Alone ... to lips of none she is yieldingHer shoulders, nor moist lips, nor snow-white fingers.None is worthy of her heavenly love.Is it not so? Thou art alone.... Thou weepest....And I at peace? . . . . . . .But if . . . . . . .
About this text
Metrical is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems With Introduction and Notes, Project Gutenberg ebook #54991; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Alexander Pushkin, Metrical, in Poems (1888), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #54991, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/pushkin-poems/metrical.html, id L25527.
Form and metre
Metrical is 10 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 80%).
See other poems in iambic pentameter.
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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 ABAB meetingA · sightB · fleetingA · lightB
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 |
|---|---|---|
| Yes! I remember well our meeting, | 9 | ··˘/˘·//˘ |
| When first thou dawnedst on my sight, | 8 | ········ |
| Like some fair phantom past me fleeting, | 9 | ···/˘··/˘ |
| Some nymph of purity and light. | 8 | ···/˘˘·· |
| Alone ... to lips of none she is yielding | 10 | ˘/······/˘ |
| Her shoulders, nor moist lips, nor snow-white fingers. | 11 | ·/˘······/˘ |
| None is worthy of her heavenly love. | 9 | ··/˘··/˘· |
| Is it not so? Thou art alone.... Thou weepest.... | 11 | ······˘/·/˘ |
| And I at peace? . . . . . . . | 4 | ···· |
| But if . . . . . . . | 2 | ·· |
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