Analysis of Dirge
William Shakespeare 1564 (Stratford-upon-Avon) – 1616 (Stratford-upon-Avon)
COME away, come away, death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave
To weep there!
Scheme | ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH |
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Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme |
Metre | 1011011 00111111 1011011 111101101 11111111 1011 11111111 111 101010101 111101111 1011011 111111111 01010111 1111 111010111 111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 512 |
Words | 101 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 180 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 50 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 03, 2023
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