Analysis of Threnody.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
Dark Pine that moanest long,
Sad, solitary tree!
As if the world's wrong
A tongue had found in thee,
Sad as when Ariel
Cursed by the witch's spell
Endured his pitiable
Period of misery.
When will time's Prospero
Come with his cure for thee?
The world in weary woe
Wails for its liberty.
Till it shall look above
Unto the heavenly Love
Nothing the world may move,
Sin-shut in Sorrow's tree!
| Scheme | ABABCDCBBBEBFFGB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11111 11001 11011 011101 111100 110101 0111000 1001100 1111 111111 010101 111100 111101 1001001 100111 11011 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 382 |
| Words | 73 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 16 |
| Lines Amount | 16 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 305 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 71 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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