Analysis of Gortnamona
William Percy French 1854 – 1920
Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,
I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree;
But oh, it was my heart that was ringing, ringing, ringing,
With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me
Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,
I thought the wind was sighing round the blackthorn tree;
But oh, it was the banshee that was crying, crying, crying,
And I knew my love was dying far across the sea.
Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona,
You hear the raindrops creeping through the blackthorn tree;
But oh, it is the tears I am weeping, weeping, weeping,
For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me.
Scheme | Abcb Abcb abcb |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 110100111 11010100011 11111111101010 1011101011111 110100111 11011101011 111100111101010 0111111010101 111110111 1101101011 11110111101010 1011111010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 639 |
Words | 123 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 41 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 166 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 40 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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