Sonnet XXIII

Anna Seward (1742–1809) · 1799

iambic pentameter · English sonnet · 14 lines · from Original Sonnets on Various Subjects

Dark as the silent stream beneath the night,Thy funeral glides to Life's eternal home,Child of its narrow house!--how late the bloom,The facile smile, the soft eye's crystal light,Each grace of Youth's gay morn, that charms our sight,Play'd o'er that Form!--now sunk in Death's cold gloom,Insensate! ghastly!--for the yawning tomb,Alas! fit Inmate.--Thus we mourn the blightOf Virgin-Beauty, and endowments rareIn their glad hours of promise.--O! when AgeDrops, like the o'er-blown, faded rose, tho' dearIts long known worth, no stormy sorrows rage;But swell when we behold, unsoil'd by time,Youth's broken Lily perished in its prime.

Words in this poem

facile a.
Easy to be done or performed: not difficult; performable or attainable with little labor. [L. facilis, prop., capable of being done or made, hence, facile, easy, fr. facere to make, do: cf. F. facile. Srr Fact, and cf. Faculty.]
morn n.
The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry. [OE. morwen, morgen, AS. morgen; akin to D. morgen, OS. morgan, G. morgen, Icel. morginn, morgunn, Sw. morgon, Dan. morgen, Goth. maúrgins. Cf. Morrow, Morning.]
insensate a.
Wanting sensibility; destitute of sense; stupid; foolish. [L. insensatus. See In- not, and Sensate.]

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

About this text

Sonnet XXIII is in the public domain. This text is taken from Original sonnets on various subjects; and odes paraphrased from Horace, Project Gutenberg ebook #27663; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Anna Seward, Sonnet XXIII, in Original Sonnets on Various Subjects (1799), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #27663, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/seward-sonnets/sonnet-xxiii.html, id L20477.

Form and metre

Sonnet XXIII is 14 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABABCDCDEFEFGG, the pattern of the English sonnet. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 91%).

See other English 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 ABABCDCDEFEFGG nightA · homeB · bloomA · lightB · sightC · gloomD · tombC · blightD · rareE · ageF · dearE · rageF · timeG · primeG
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
Dark as the silent stream beneath the night,10···/˘·····
Thy funeral glides to Life's eternal home,10·/˘···˘/˘·
Child of its narrow house!--how late the bloom,10···/˘·····
The facile smile, the soft eye's crystal light,10·/˘····/˘·
Each grace of Youth's gay morn, that charms our sight,10········/·
Play'd o'er that Form!--now sunk in Death's cold gloom,10··········
Insensate! ghastly!--for the yawning tomb,10˘/˘/˘··/˘·
Alas! fit Inmate.--Thus we mourn the blight10˘/·/······
Of Virgin-Beauty, and endowments rare10·/˘/˘·˘/˘·
In their glad hours of promise.--O! when Age10···/·/˘···
Drops, like the o'er-blown, faded rose, tho' dear10·····/˘···
Its long known worth, no stormy sorrows rage;10·····/˘/˘·
But swell when we behold, unsoil'd by time,10····˘/····
Youth's broken Lily perished in its prime.10·/˘/˘/˘···

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