Analysis of Finnigan's Finish
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
They thought I'd be a champion;
They boasted loud of me.
A dozen victories I'd won,
The Press was proud of me.
I saw myself with glory crowned,
And would, beyond a doubt,
Till last night in the second round
A Dago knocked me out.
It must have been an accident;
I cannot understand.
For I was so damn confident
I'd lick him with one hand.
I bounded in the ring to cheers;
I panted for the fray:
Ten minutes more with hoots and jeers
They bore me limp away.
I will not have the nerve to face
The sporting mob today;
The doll I fell for--my disgrace
Will feel and fade away.
Last night upon the brink of fame
No favour did I lack:
Tomorrow from the sink of shame
I'll beg my old job back.
Scheme | ABABCDCD EFEFXGXG HGHGIJIJ |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110100 110111 01010011 011111 1111101 010101 11100101 01111 11111100 11001 11111100 111111 11000111 110101 11011101 111101 11110111 010101 01111101 110101 11010111 11111 0110111 111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 730 |
Words | 139 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 175 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 46 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 19, 2023
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