Analysis of Song #4.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
They have been here and had this light
Who in their graves are lying,
And e'en the youngest life to-night
Is gradually dying.
Our birth's a kind of death we have
When we upon time waken,
A step still nearer to the grave
With every breath is taken.
We are doomed being born, as 'twere
Decay within us breeding,
Or e'en as time did groan and bear
But death's immortal seeding;
For we are made of stuff that goes
So easy to decaying,
'Tis at the best the spirit's clothes
In which it goes a-Maying.
Scheme | ABABCDEDFBFBGBHB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110111 1011110 011010111 1100010 101011111 1101110 01110101 11001110 11110111 0101110 111111101 1101010 11111111 1101010 11010101 011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 488 |
Words | 97 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 383 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 95 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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