Poulter's measure - Poetry in Color Forum
Register Members List JPiC Blogs Search Today's Posts Mark Forums Read JPiC Newsletter

Go Back   Poetry in Color Forum > Poetry-Defined > Poem of the Day > Glossary Term of the Day
JPiC Forum Chatbox
Chatbox Disabled For Your Usergroup...
* You must be logged in to view and use the JPiC Chatbox!
Recent JPiC Forum Posts
Newest Announcements/Admin Notes
 

Poulter's measure

Thread Information: This thread has 0 replies and has been viewed 127 times
 
Social Bookmarks Article Tools Search this Article Display Modes

Visit Our Friends

Poulter's measure
Published by MsJacquiiC
Posted on 05-29-2011

Article Tools
Show Printable Version  Email this Page 

Default Poulter's measure
A Poulter's Measure is a couplet in which a 12-syllable iambic line (see Alexandrine) rhymes with a 14-syllable iambic line (see Fourteener). It was used frequently during the English Renaissance.

See below, the excerpt of “Complaint of the Absence of Her Love Being upon the Sea,” in which Henry Howard breaks the couplets into quatrains. This is a common feature of hymn and ballad meter as well. Limericks can be scanned as Poulter’s measure.

The term was coined by George Gascoigne, because poulters, or poulterers (sellers of poultry), would sometimes give 12 to the dozen, and other times 14. According to the 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue, by Capatin Grose, a Baker's Dozen is "Fourteen; that number of rolls being allowed to the purchaser of a dozen".

exerpt of Complaint of the Absence of Her Love Being Upon the Sea by Henry Howard, earl of Surrey
O happy dames, that may embrace
The fruit of your delight,
Help to bewail the woeful case
And eke the heavy plight
Of me, that wonted to rejoice
The fortune of my pleasant choice;
Good ladies, help to fill my mourning voice.

In ship, freight with remembrance
Of thoughts and pleasures past,
He sails that hath in governance
My life while it will last;
With scalding sighs, for lack of gale,
Furthering his hope, that is his sail,
Toward me, the sweet port of his avail.

Alas! how oft in dreams I see
Those eyes that were my food;
Which sometime so delighted me,
That yet they do me good;
Wherewith I wake with his return,
Whose absent flame did make me burn:
But when I find the lack, Lord, how I mourn!


JPiC Portal > Main Forum Index > Poetry-Defined > Poem of the Day > Glossary Term of the Day

Article Tools Search this Article
Search this Article:

Advanced Search
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off
Trackbacks are Off
Pingbacks are Off
Refbacks are Off



Similar Threads
Article Article Starter Category Comments Last Post
Unit of Measure by Sandra Beasley FlamingFeenix Audio Poem of the Day 0 05-15-2011 02:39 AM
Navigation
All times are GMT -4. The time now is 12:57 AM.
GreetingsGalleryOnline.com

Powered by vBulletin® gets JPiCans scribing.
Copyright ©2000 - 2012, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
Some Custom Pages Using vBAdvanced CMPS