Analysis of The Beautiful Stranger
John Clare 1793 (Helpston) – 1864 (St Andrew's Hospital)
I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
When England knew thee thou wert passing fair;
I never knew a foreign face so rare.
The world of waters rolls and rushes bye,
Nor lets me wander where thy vallies lie.
But surely France must be a pleasant place
That greets the stranger with so fair a face;
The English maiden blushes down the dance,
But few can equal the fair maid of France.
I saw thee lovely and I wished thee mine,
And the last song I ever wrote is thine.
Thy country's honour on thy face attends;
Men may be foes but beauty makes us friends.
Scheme | AABBCCDDEEFF GG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101110111 1101010111 1101111101 1101010111 0111010101 111101111 1101110101 1101011101 0101010101 1111001111 1111001111 0011110111 110111101 1111110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 590 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 12, 2 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 234 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 57 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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