V. Another, at Chester

Jonathan Swift (1667–1745) · 1727

anapaestic dimeter · rhyming couplets · 12 lines · from On Poetry: A Rhapsody, and Other Poems

My landlord is civil,But dear as the d--l:Your pockets grow emptyWith nothing to tempt ye;The wine is so sour,'Twill give you a scour,The beer and the aleAre mingled with stale.The veal is such carrion,A dog would be weary on.All this I have felt,For I live on a smelt.

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V. Another, at Chester is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 1, Project Gutenberg ebook #14353; 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

V. Another, at Chester is 12 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets, 83% of the lines. The metre is anapaestic dimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 82%).

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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. 1 AA--BBCCDDEE civilA · lA · empty · ye · sourB · scourB · aleC · staleC · carrionD · onD · feltE · smeltE
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 anapaestic dimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
My landlord is civil,6·/··/˘
But dear as the d--l:6······
Your pockets grow empty6·/˘·/˘
With nothing to tempt ye;6·/˘···
The wine is so sour,6····/˘
'Twill give you a scour,6····/˘
The beer and the ale5·····
Are mingled with stale.6·/˘˘··
The veal is such carrion,7····/˘˘
A dog would be weary on.7····/˘·
All this I have felt,5·····
For I live on a smelt.6······

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