Analysis of The Exile
Thomas Hood 1799 (London) – 1845 (London)
The swallow with summer
Will wing o'er the seas,
The wind that I sigh to
Will visit thy trees.
The ship that it hastens
Thy ports will contain,
But me!—I must never
See England again!
There's many that weep there,
But one weeps alone,
For the tears that are falling
So far from her own;
So far from thy own, love,
We know not our pain;
If death is between us,
Or only the main.
When the white cloud reclines
On the verge of the sea,
I fancy the white cliffs,
And dream upon thee;
But the cloud spreads its wings
To the blue heav'n and flies.
We never shall meet, love,
Except in the skies!
Scheme | ABCBDEAFGHIHJEKELMNMOPJP |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 010110 111001 011111 11011 011110 11101 111110 11001 110111 11101 1011110 11101 111111 111101 111011 11001 101101 101101 110011 01011 101111 101101 110111 01001 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 599 |
Words | 119 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 24 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 450 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 116 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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