Analysis of The Forsaken
Thomas Hood 1799 (London) – 1845 (London)
The dead are in their silent graves,
And the dew is cold above,
And the living weep and sigh,
Over dust that once was love.
Once I only wept the dead,
But now the living cause my pain:
How couldst thou steal me from my tears,
To leave me to my tears again?
My Mother rests beneath the sod,—
Her rest is calm and very deep:
I wish'd that she could see our loves,—
But now I gladden in her sleep.
Last night unbound my raven locks,
The morning saw them turned to gray,
Once they were black and well beloved,
But thou art changed,—and so are they!
The useless lock I gave thee once,
To gaze upon and think of me,
Was ta'en with smiles,—but this was torn
In sorrow that I send to thee!
Scheme | ABCBDEFGHIJIKLMLNOPO |
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Poetic Form | Etheree (30%) |
Metre | 01101101 0011101 0010101 1011111 1110101 11010111 11111111 11111101 11010101 01110101 111111101 11110001 11011101 01011111 11010101 11110111 01011111 11010111 111111111 01011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 697 |
Words | 142 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 20 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 519 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 136 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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