Analysis of John Wasson
Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meadow in North Carolina
Through which Rebecca followed me wailing, wailing,
One child in her arms, and three that ran along wailing,
Lengthening out the farewell to me off to the war with the British,
And then the long, hard years down to the day of Yorktown.
And then my search for Rebecca,
Finding her at last in Virginia,
Two children dead in the meanwhile.
We went by oxen to Tennessee,
Thence after years to Illinois,
At last to Spoon River.
We cut the buffalo grass,
We felled the forests,
We built the school houses, built the bridges,
Leveled the roads and tilled the fields
Alone with poverty, scourges, death-
If Harry Wilmans who fought the Filipinos
Is to have a flag on his grave
Take it from mine!
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Metre | 1011110101010 110101011010 1100101110110 1001011111011010 010111110111 01111010 100110010 1101001 11110101 1101101 111110 110101 11010 1101101010 10010101 011100101 1101110010 11101111 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 731 |
Words | 137 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 19 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 584 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 135 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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