The Deposition

Thomas Stanley (1625–1678) · 1651

iambic tetrameter · 18 lines · from Original Lyrics

Though when I lov'd thee thou wert[43:2] fair,Thou art no longer so:Those glories do[43:3] the pride they wearUnto opinion owe.Beauties, like stars, in borrow'd lustre shine;And 'twas my love that gave thee thine.

The flames that dwelt within thine eyeDo now with mine expire;Thy brightest graces[43:4] fade and dieAt once, with my desire.Love's fires thus mutual influence return:Thine cease to shine when mine to burn.

Then, proud Celinda, hope no moreTo be implor'd or woo'd,Since by thy scorn thou dost restoreThe wealth my[43:5] love bestow'd;And thy despis'd disdain too late shall findThat none are fair but who are kind.

Words in this poem

lustre n.
A period of five years; a lustrum. [L. lustrum: cf. F. lustre.]
wealth n.
Weal; welfare; prosperity; good. [OE. welthe, from wele; cf. D. weelde luxury. See Weal prosperity.]
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]

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

About this text

The Deposition is in the public domain. This text is taken from Thomas Stanley: His Original Lyrics, Complete, In Their Collated Readings of 1647, 1651, 1657. With an Introduction, Textual Notes, a List of Editions, an Appendix of Translations, and a Portrait., Project Gutenberg ebook #32986; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Thomas Stanley, The Deposition, in Original Lyrics (1651), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #32986, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/stanley-lyrics/the-deposition.html, id L08973.

Form and metre

The Deposition is 18 lines in 3 stanzas of 6 lines each. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%). 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.7 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 33% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See 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. 1 ABABCC fairA · soB · wearA · oweB · shineC · thineC
  2. 2 A-A-BB eyeA · expire · dieA · desire · returnB · burnB
  3. 3 A-A-BB moreA · woo'd · restoreA · bestow'd · findB · kindB
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
Though when I lov'd thee thou wert[43:2] fair,8········
Thou art no longer so:6···/˘·
Those glories do[43:3] the pride they wear8·/˘·····
Unto opinion owe.6··˘/˘·
Beauties, like stars, in borrow'd lustre shine;10/˘···/·/˘·
And 'twas my love that gave thee thine.8········
The flames that dwelt within thine eye8········
Do now with mine expire;6····˘/
Thy brightest graces[43:4] fade and die8·/˘/˘···
At once, with my desire.7····˘/˘
Love's fires thus mutual influence return:9·/·/˘/˘˘/
Thine cease to shine when mine to burn.8········
Then, proud Celinda, hope no more8··˘/˘···
To be implor'd or woo'd,6··˘/··
Since by thy scorn thou dost restore8······˘/
The wealth my[43:5] love bestow'd;6····˘/
And thy despis'd disdain too late shall find10··˘/˘/····
That none are fair but who are kind.8········

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