Analysis of Peggy
Robert Burns 1759 (Alloway) – 1796 (Dumfries)
Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather;
And the moorcock springs, on whirring wings,
Amang the blooming heather;
Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,
Delights the weary farmer;
And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night.
To muse upou my charmer.
The partridge loves the fruitful fells;
The plover loves the mountains;
The woodcock haunts tbe lonely dell;
The soaring hern the fountains:
Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves,
The path of man to shun it;
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,
The spreading thorn the linnet.
Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,
The savage and the tender;
Some social join, and leagues combine
Some solitary wander:
Avaunt, away, the cruel sway!
Tyrannic man's dominion;
The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,
The flutt'ring, gory pinion!
But Peggy dear, the evening's clear,
Thick flies the skimming swallow;
The sky is blue, the fields in view,
All fading-green and yellow:
Come let us stray our gladsome way,
And view the charms of nature;
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
And every happy creature.
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly;
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
Not autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer!
My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like a melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare the weel, my only luve!
And fare the well awhile!
And I will come again, my love.
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
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Metre | 111011 1101010 00111101 101010 110111001 0101010 0011111111 111110 01010101 0101010 0111101 0101010 1101011 0111111 0101101 0101010 1111101 0100010 11010110 110010 1010101 11010 011011 011010 11010101 1101010 01110101 1101010 11111011 0101110 0101011 01001010 11010101 10101110 11110101 1111110 11011101 1101010 11111111 1111010 11110111 111110111 110101 1111101 110101 11111101 110111 01111111 100111 10011111 0011101 01111111 1011111 01011101 010101 01110111 1101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,937 |
Words | 344 |
Sentences | 17 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 1, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 57 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 144 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 34 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 15, 2023
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