I wake, I rise: from end to end
I wake, I rise: from end to end,Of all the landscape underneathI find no place that does not breatheSome gracious memory of my friend:
No gray old grange, or lonely fold,Or low morass and whispering reed,Or simple stile from mead to mead,Or sheepwalk up the windy wold;
Nor hoary knoll of ash and hawThat hears the latest linnet trill,Nor quarry trench’d along the hill,And haunted by the wrangling daw;
Nor runlet tinkling from the rock;Nor pastoral rivulet that swervesTo left and right thro’ meadowy curves,That feed the mothers of the flock;
But each has pleased a kindred eye,And each reflects a kindlier day;And, leaving these, to pass away,I think once more he seems to die.
Words in this poem
- grange n.
- A building for storing grain; a granary. [F. grange barn, LL. granea, from L. granum grain. See Grain a kernel.]
- morass n.
- A tract of soft, wet ground; a marsh; a fen. Morass ore. (Min.) See Bog ore, under Bog. [OE. marras, mareis (perh. through D. moeras), fr. F. marais, prob. from L. mare sea, in LL., any body of water; but perh. influenced by some German word. See Me]
- stile n.
- A pin set on the face of a dial, to cast a shadow; a style. See Style. Moxon. [See Style.]
- wold n.
- A wood; a forest. [OE. wold, wald, AS. weald, wald, a wood, forest; akin to OFries. & OS. wald, D. woud, G. wald, Icel. völlr, a field, and probably to Gr. va a garden, inclosure.]
- hoary a.
- White or whitish."The hoary willows."
- haunted a.
- Inhabited by, or subject to the visits of, apparitions; frequented by a ghost.
- runlet n.
- A little run or stream; a streamlet; a brook. [Run + -let.]
- meadowy a.
- Of or pertaining to meadows; resembling, or consisting of, meadow.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
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Cite as: Alfred Tennyson, I wake, I rise: from end to end, in In Memoriam A.H.H. (1850), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #70950, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/tennyson-in-memoriam/section-98.html, id L18458.
Form and metre
I wake, I rise: from end to end is 20 lines in 5 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABBA. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.1 syllables. 20% 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 endA · underneathB · breatheB · friendA
- 2 ABBA foldA · reedB · meadB · woldA
- 3 ABBA hawA · trillB · hillB · dawA
- 4 ABBA rockA · swervesB · curvesB · flockA
- 5 ABBA eyeA · dayB · awayB · dieA
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 wake, I rise: from end to end, | 8 | ········ |
| Of all the landscape underneath | 8 | ···/··˘/ |
| I find no place that does not breathe | 8 | ········ |
| Some gracious memory of my friend: | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| No gray old grange, or lonely fold, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Or low morass and whispering reed, | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Or simple stile from mead to mead, | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Or sheepwalk up the windy wold; | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Nor hoary knoll of ash and haw | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| That hears the latest linnet trill, | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| Nor quarry trench’d along the hill, | 8 | ·/˘·˘/·· |
| And haunted by the wrangling daw; | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Nor runlet tinkling from the rock; | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| Nor pastoral rivulet that swerves | 8 | ·/˘/˘˘·· |
| To left and right thro’ meadowy curves, | 9 | ·····/˘˘· |
| That feed the mothers of the flock; | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| But each has pleased a kindred eye, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And each reflects a kindlier day; | 8 | ··˘/···· |
| And, leaving these, to pass away, | 8 | ·/˘···˘/ |
| I think once more he seems to die. | 8 | ········ |
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