Porphyria’s Lover

Robert Browning

V1V2V3V4C1C2C3C4C5VTCT
1   ðə rn set ˈɜː.li ɪn təˈnɑɪt10 
2   ðə ˈsʌl.ən wɪnd wəz sn əˈwk13 
3   ɪt tɔː ði ˈelmˌtɒps dɑʊn fə spɑɪt14 
4   ənd dɪd ɪts wɜːst tʊ veks ðə lk16 
5   ɑɪ ˈlɪs.ənd wɪð hɑːt fɪt tʊ brk14 
6   wen ˈɡlɑɪ.dɪd ɪn pɔːˈfɪr.i.ə strt14 
7   ʃi ʃʌt ðə kəʊld ɑʊt ənd ðə stɔːm14 
8   ənd nld ənd md ðə ˈʧɪə.ləs ɡrt16 
9   blz ʌp ənd ɔːl ðə ˈkɒt.ɪʤ wɔːm13 
10   wɪʧ dʌn ʃi rəʊz ənd frəm hə fɔːm15 
11   wɪðˈdr ðə ˈdrɪp.ɪŋ kləʊk ənd ʃɔːl16 
12   ənd ld hə sɔɪld ɡlʌvz bɑɪ ʌnˈtɑɪd16 
13   hə hæt ənd let ðə dæmp h fɔːl14 
14   ənd lɑːst ʃi sæt dɑʊn bɑɪ mɑɪ sɑɪd14 
15   ənd kɔːld m wen nəʊ vɔɪs rɪˈplɑɪd15 
16   ʃi pʊt mɑɪ ɑːm əˈbɑʊt hə wst11 
17   ənd md hə smð wɑɪt ˈʃəʊl.də b14 
18   ənd ɔːl hə ˈjel.əʊ h dɪˈsplst13 
19   ənd ˈst.pɪŋ md mɑɪ ʧk lɑɪ ð13 
20   ənd spred ˈɔː.ər ɔːl hə ˈjel.əʊ h12 
21   ˈmɜː.mər.ɪŋ hɑʊ ʃi lʌvd m ʃi11 
22   t wk fər ɔːl hə hɑːts ɪnˈdev.ə13 
23   tʊ set ɪts ˈstrʌɡ..ɪŋ ˈpæʃ.ən fr16 
24   frəm prɑɪd ənd ˈv.nə tɑɪz dɪsˈsev.ə16 
25   ənd ɡɪv həˈself tʊ m fər ˈev.ə13 
26   bət ˈpæʃ.ən ˈsʌm.tɑɪmz wəd prɪˈvl16 
27   nɔː kəd təˈnɑɪts ɡ fst rɪˈstrn16 
28   ə ˈsʌd.ən θɔːt əv wʌn səʊ pl11 
29   fə lʌv əv hər ənd ɔːl ɪn vn12 
30   səʊ ʃi wəz kʌm θr wɪnd ənd rn15 
31   bi ʃɔːr ɑɪ lʊkt ʌp ət hər ɑɪz11 
32   ˈhæp.i ənd prɑʊd ət lɑːst ɑɪ nj13 
33   pɔːˈfɪr.i.ə ˈwɜː.ʃɪpt m səˈprɑɪz12 
34   md mɑɪ hɑːt swel ənd stɪl ɪt ɡr16 
35   wɑɪl ɑɪ dɪˈb.tɪd wɒt tʊ du10 
36   ðət ˈməʊ.mənt ʃi wəz mɑɪn mɑɪn f14 
37   ˈpɜː.fɪkt.li pjʊər ənd ɡʊd ɑɪ fɑʊnd15 
38   ə θɪŋ tʊ du ənd ɔːl hə h
39   ɪn wʌn lɒŋ ˈjel.əʊ strɪŋ ɑɪ wɑʊnd14 
40   θr tɑɪmz hə ˈlɪt. θrəʊt əˈrɑʊnd15 
41   ənd ˈstræŋ.ɡd hə nəʊ pn felt ʃi17 
42   ɑɪ əm kwɑɪt ʃɔː ʃi felt nəʊ pn12 
43   əz ə ʃʌt bʌd ðət həʊldz ə b12 
44   ɑɪ ˈw.rəl.i əʊpt hə lɪdz əˈɡn11 
45   lɑːft ðə bl ɑɪz wɪˈðɑʊt ə stn13 
46   ənd ɑɪ ʌnˈtɑɪ.tənd nekst ðə tres15 
47   əˈbɑʊt hə nek hə ʧk wʌnts mɔː13 
48   blʌʃt brɑɪt bɪˈnθ mɑɪ ˈbɜː.nɪŋ kɪs16 
49   ɑɪ prɒpt hə hed ʌp əz bɪˈfɔː11 
50   ˈəʊn.li ðɪs tɑɪm mɑɪ ˈʃəʊl.də bɔː11 
51   hə hed wɪʧ drps əˈpɒn ɪt stɪl15 
52   ðə ˈsmɑɪ.lɪŋ ˈrəʊ.zi ˈlɪt. hed12 
53   səʊ ɡlæd ɪt həz ɪts ˈʌt.məʊst wɪl15 
54   ðət ɔːl ɪt skɔːnd ət wʌnts ɪz fled17 
55   ənd ɑɪ ɪts lʌv əm ɡnd ɪnˈsted14 
56   pɔːˈfɪr.i.əz lʌv ʃi ɡest nɒt hɑʊ13 
57   hə ˈdɑː.lɪŋ wʌn wɪʃ wəd bi hɜːd13 
58   ənd ðʌs wi sɪt təˈɡeð.ə nɑʊ11 
59   ənd ɔːl nɑɪt lɒŋ wi həv nɒt stɜːd15 
60   ənd jet ɡɒd həz nɒt sed ə wɜːd14 
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The rain set early in to-night,
     The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
     And did its worst to vex the lake:
     I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
     She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
     Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
     Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
     And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
     And, last, she sat down by my side
     And called me.  When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
     And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
     And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
     And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me–she
     Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
     From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
     And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
     Nor could to-night’s gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
     For love of her, and all in vain:
     So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
     Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
     Made my heart swell, and still it grew
     While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
     Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
     In one long yellow string I wound
     Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her.  No pain felt she;
     I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
     I warily oped her lids: again
     Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
     About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
     I propped her head up as before,
     Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
     The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
     That all it scorned at once is fled,
     And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how
     Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
     And all night long we have not stirred,
     And yet God has not said a word!

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vowel
V1: short
V2: neutralized
V3: long
V4: diphthong
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consonant
C1: plosive
C2: affricate
C3: fricative
C4: nasal
C5: approximant
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