Analysis of At the Tavern
Paul Laurence Dunbar 1872 (Dayton) – 1906
A lilt and a swing,
And a ditty to sing,
Or ever the night grow old;
The wine is within,
And I'm sure t'were a sin
For a soldier to choose to be cold, my dear,
For a soldier to choose to be cold.
We're right for a spell,
But the fever is -- well,
No thing to be braved, at least;
So bring me the wine;
No low fever in mine,
For a drink more kind than a priest, my dear,
For a drink is more kind than a
priest.
Scheme | AABCCDBEEFGGDHF |
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (20%) |
Metre | 01001 001011 1100111 01101 0111001 10101111111 101011111 11101 101011 1111111 11101 111001 1011110111 10111110 1 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 449 |
Words | 93 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 15 |
Lines Amount | 15 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 298 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 91 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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