Analysis of Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow On The Hill, Sept. 2, 1807
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh,
Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky;
Where now alone I muse, who oft have trod,
With those I loved, thy soft and verdant sod;
With those who, scattered far, perchance deplore,
Like me, the happy scenes they knew before:
Oh! as I trace again thy winding hill,
Mine eyes admire, my heart adores thee still,
Thou drooping Elm! beneath whose boughs I lay,
And frequent mused the twilight hours away;
Where, as they once were wont, my limbs recline,
But ah! without the thoughts which then were mine.
How do thy branches, moaning to the blast,
Invite the bosom to recall the past,
And seem to whisper, as the gently swell,
'Take, while thou canst, a lingering, last farewell!'
When fate shall chill, at length, this fevered breast,
And calm its cares and passions into rest,
Oft have I thought, 'twould soothe my dying hour,—
If aught may soothe when life resigns her power,—
To know some humbler grave, some narrow cell,
Would hide my bosom where it loved to dwell.
With this fond dream, methinks, 'twere sweet to die—
And here it lingered, here my heart might lie;
Here might I sleep, where all my hopes arose,
Scene of my youth, and couch of my repose;
For ever stretched beneath this mantling shade,
Pressed by the turf where once my childhood played;
Wrapped by the soil that veils the spot I loved,
Mixed with the earth o'er which my footsteps moved;
Blest by the tongues that charmed my youthful ear,
Mourned by the few my soul acknowledged here;
Deplored by those in early days allied,
And unremembered by the world beside.
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Metre | 1111110101 1101111101 1101111111 1111110101 1111010101 1101011101 1111011101 1101110111 1101011111 0101011001 1111011101 1101011101 1111010101 010101101 0111010101 1111010011 1111111101 0111010011 11111111010 11111101010 11110011101 1111011111 111111111 0111011111 1111111101 1111011101 110101111 110111111 1101110111 1101101111 1101111101 1101110101 0111010101 0110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,567 |
Words | 288 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 16, 18 |
Lines Amount | 34 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 617 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 142 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 04, 2023
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