I envy not in any moods
I envy not in any moodsThe captive void of noble rage,The linnet born within the cageThat never knew the summer woods:
I envy not the beast that takesHis license in the field of time,Unfetter’d by the sense of crime,To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blest,The heart that never plighted trothBut stagnates in the weeds of sloth,Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate’er befall;I feel it, when I sorrow most;’Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.
Words in this poem
- conscience n.
- Knowledge of one's own thoughts or actions; consciousness. [F. conscience, fr. L. conscientia, fr. consciens, p.pr. of conscire to know, to be conscious; con- + scire to know. See Science.]
- troth n.
- Belief; faith; fidelity. [A variant of truth. See Truth.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
I envy not in any moods is in the public domain. This text is taken from In memoriam, Project Gutenberg ebook #70950; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
Cite as: Alfred Tennyson, I envy not in any moods, in In Memoriam A.H.H. (1850), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #70950, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/tennyson-in-memoriam/section-27.html, id L18387.
Form and metre
I envy not in any moods is 16 lines in 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABBA. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 96%). 99% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.1 syllables. 31% 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 ABBA moodsA · rageB · cageB · woodsA
- 2 ABBA takesA · timeB · crimeB · wakesA
- 3 ABBA blestA · trothB · slothB · restA
- 4 ABBA befallA · mostB · lostB · allA
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.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| I envy not in any moods | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| The captive void of noble rage, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| The linnet born within the cage | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| That never knew the summer woods: | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| I envy not the beast that takes | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| His license in the field of time, | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, | 8 | ˘/˘····· |
| To whom a conscience never wakes; | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| Nor, what may count itself as blest, | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| The heart that never plighted troth | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| But stagnates in the weeds of sloth, | 8 | ·/······ |
| Nor any want-begotten rest. | 8 | ·/˘·˘/˘· |
| I hold it true, whate’er befall; | 9 | ····˘˘/˘/ |
| I feel it, when I sorrow most; | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| ’Tis better to have loved and lost | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Than never to have loved at all. | 8 | ·/˘····· |
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