To Stella on Her Birth-Day, 1721-2

Jonathan Swift (1667–1745) · 1710–1745

iambic tetrameter · octosyllabic couplets · 20 lines · from Cadenus and Vanessa, and Other Poems

While, Stella, to your lasting praiseThe Muse her annual tribute pays,While I assign myself a taskWhich you expect, but scorn to ask;If I perform this task with pain,Let me of partial fate complain;You every year the debt enlarge,I grow less equal to the charge:In you each virtue brighter shines,But my poetic vein declines;My harp will soon in vain be strung,And all your virtues left unsung.For none among the upstart raceOf poets dare assume my place;Your worth will be to them unknown,They must have Stellas of their own;And thus, my stock of wit decay'd,I dying leave the debt unpaid,Unless Delany, as my heir,Will answer for the whole arrear.

Words in this poem

expect v. t.
To wait for; to await. [L. expectatum, to look out for, await, expect; ex + out spectare to look at. See Spectacle.]
arrear adv.
To or in the rear; behind; backwards. [OE. arere, OF. arere, ariere, F. arrière, fr. L. ad + retro backward. See Rear.]

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

About this text

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Form and metre

To Stella on Her Birth-Day, 1721-2 is 20 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets: octosyllabic couplets. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.0 syllables. 15% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in octosyllabic couplets, 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 AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ praiseA · paysA · taskB · askB · painC · complainC · enlargeD · chargeD · shinesE · declinesE · strungF · unsungF · raceG · placeG · unknownH · ownH · decay'dI · unpaidI · heirJ · arrearJ
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
While, Stella, to your lasting praise8·/˘··/˘·
The Muse her annual tribute pays,8···/˘/˘·
While I assign myself a task8··˘/·/··
Which you expect, but scorn to ask;8··˘/····
If I perform this task with pain,8··˘/····
Let me of partial fate complain;8···/˘·˘/
You every year the debt enlarge,8·/˘···˘/
I grow less equal to the charge:8···/˘···
In you each virtue brighter shines,8···/˘/˘·
But my poetic vein declines;8··˘/˘·˘/
My harp will soon in vain be strung,8········
And all your virtues left unsung.8···/˘·˘/
For none among the upstart race8·····/··
Of poets dare assume my place;8·/˘·˘/··
Your worth will be to them unknown,8······˘/
They must have Stellas of their own;8···/˘···
And thus, my stock of wit decay'd,8······˘/
I dying leave the debt unpaid,8·/˘···˘/
Unless Delany, as my heir,8··/˘˘···
Will answer for the whole arrear.8·/˘···˘/

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