Fragment 5

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) · 1813–1820

iambic pentameter · unrhymed · 15 lines · from Alastor, and Other Poems

'Twas at this season that Prince AthanasePassed the white Alps--those eagle-baffling mountainsSlept in their shrouds of snow;--beside the ways

The waterfalls were voiceless--for their fountainsWere changed to mines of sunless crystal now,Or by the curdling winds--like brazen wings

Which clanged along the mountain's marble brow--Warped into adamantine fretwork, hungAnd filled with frozen light the chasms below.Vexed by the blast, the great pines groaned and swungUnder their load of [snow]--Such as the eagle sees, when he dives downFrom the gray deserts of wide air,

The shadow of that scene, field after field,Purple and dim and wide...

Words in this poem

voiceless a.
Having no voice, utterance, or vote; silent; mute; dumb.
sunless a.
Destitute or deprived of the sun or its rays; shaded; shadowed.
fretwork n.
Work adorned with frets; ornamental openwork or work in relief, esp. when elaborate and minute in its parts. Heuce, any minute play of light andshade, dark and light, or the like. [6th fret + work.]
dives n.
The name popularly given to the rich man in our Lord's parable of the [L., rich.]

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

About this text

Fragment 5 is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Volume 1, Project Gutenberg ebook #4797; 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

Fragment 5 is 15 lines in 4 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.9 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 55% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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. 3 -ABAB-- brow · hungA · belowB · swungA · snowB · down · air
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 at this season that Prince Athanase10···/˘·····
Passed the white Alps--those eagle-baffling mountains11·····/˘/˘/˘
Slept in their shrouds of snow;--beside the ways10······˘/··
The waterfalls were voiceless--for their fountains11·/˘··/˘··/˘
Were changed to mines of sunless crystal now,10·····/˘/˘·
Or by the curdling winds--like brazen wings10·······/˘·
Which clanged along the mountain's marble brow--10··˘/·/˘/˘·
Warped into adamantine fretwork, hung10·······/˘·
And filled with frozen light the chasms below.11···/˘··/˘··
Vexed by the blast, the great pines groaned and swung10··········
Under their load of [snow]--6······
Such as the eagle sees, when he dives down10···/˘·····
From the gray deserts of wide air,8···/˘···
The shadow of that scene, field after field,10·/········
Purple and dim and wide...6/˘····

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