Titmarsh's Carmen Lilliense

William Makepeace Thackeray (1811–1863) · 1849–1855

iambic tetrameter · ABAB · 4 lines · from Ballads

My heart is weary, my peace is gone,How shall I e'er my woes reveal?I have no money, I lie in pawn,A stranger in the town of Lille.

Words in this poem

shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]

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

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Form and metre

Titmarsh's Carmen Lilliense is 4 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABAB. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic tetrameter. 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.5 syllables.

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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 ABAB goneA · revealB · pawnA · lilleB
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
My heart is weary, my peace is gone,9···/˘····
How shall I e'er my woes reveal?8······˘/
I have no money, I lie in pawn,9···/˘····
A stranger in the town of Lille.8·/˘·····

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