The Loss

Thomas Stanley (1625–1678) · 1651

iambic tetrameter · ABAB · 24 lines · from Original Lyrics

Yet ere I go,Disdainful Beauty, thou shalt beSo wretched as to knowWhat joys thou fling'st away with me:

A faith so bright,As Time or Fortune could not rust,So firm, that lovers mightHave read thy story in my dust,

And crown'd thy nameWith laurel verdant as thy youth.Whilst the shrill voice of FameSpread wide thy beauty and my truth.

This thou hast lost!For all true lovers, when they findThat my just aims were crossed,Will speak thee lighter than the wind;

And none will layAny oblation on thy shrine,But such as would betrayTheir[56:1] faith to faiths as false as thine.

Yet if thou chooseOn such thy freedom to bestow,Affection may excuse:For love from sympathy doth flow.

Words in this poem

shalt
2d per. sing. of Shall.
hast
, 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
oblation n.
The act of offering, or of making an offering. [L. oblatio: cf. F. oblation. See Oblate.]

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

About this text

The Loss 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 Loss, in Original Lyrics (1651), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #32986, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/stanley-lyrics/the-loss.html, id L08987.

Form and metre

The Loss is 24 lines in 6 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.5 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 38% 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 ABAB goA · beB · knowA · meB
  2. 2 ABAB brightA · rustB · mightA · dustB
  3. 3 ABAB nameA · youthB · fameA · truthB
  4. 4 ABAB lostA · findB · crossedA · windB
  5. 5 ABAB layA · shrineB · betrayA · thineB
  6. 6 ABAB chooseA · bestowB · excuseA · flowB
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
Yet ere I go,4····
Disdainful Beauty, thou shalt be8˘/˘/˘···
So wretched as to know6·/˘···
What joys thou fling'st away with me:8····˘/··
A faith so bright,4····
As Time or Fortune could not rust,8···/˘···
So firm, that lovers might6···/˘·
Have read thy story in my dust,8···/˘···
And crown'd thy name4····
With laurel verdant as thy youth.8·/˘/˘···
Whilst the shrill voice of Fame6······
Spread wide thy beauty and my truth.8···/˘···
This thou hast lost!4····
For all true lovers, when they find8···/˘···
That my just aims were crossed,7······˘
Will speak thee lighter than the wind;8···/˘···
And none will lay4····
Any oblation on thy shrine,8/˘˘/˘···
But such as would betray6····˘/
Their[56:1] faith to faiths as false as thine.8········
Yet if thou choose4····
On such thy freedom to bestow,8···/˘·˘/
Affection may excuse:6˘/˘·˘/
For love from sympathy doth flow.8···/˘˘··

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