Analysis of The Noble Spanish Soldier
Thomas Dekker 1572 – 1632
O, SORROW, SORROW, say where dost thou dwell?
In the lowest room of hell.
Art thou born of human race?
No, no, I have a furier face.
Art thou in city, town, or court?
I to every place resort?
O, why into the world is Sorrow sent?
Men afflicted best repent.
What dost thou feed on?
Broken sleep.
What takest thou pleasure in?
To weep,
To sigh, to sob, to pine, to groan,
To wring my hands, to sit alone.
O when, O when shall Sorrow quiet have?
Never, never, never, never,
Never till she finds a grave.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101011111 0010111 1111101 1111011 11010111 11100101 1101011101 1010101 11111 101 111100 11 11111111 11111101 1111110101 10101010 1011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 492 |
Words | 100 |
Sentences | 15 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 17 |
Lines Amount | 17 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 370 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 98 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 08, 2023
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