Analysis of Come, Rest in this Bosom
Thomas Moore 1779 (Dublin) – 1852 (Bromham)
Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer,
Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;
Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast,
And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same
Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame?
I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart?
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Thou hast call'd me thy angel in moments of bliss,
And thy Angel I'd be, 'mid the horrors of this, --
Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue,
And shield thee, and save thee, -- or perish there too!
Scheme | XXAA BBAA CCXA |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (67%) |
Metre | 11011011101 101111111111 1110111111 001001111101 11111111101 1101111001 11111111011 11111111011 111111001011 011011101011 1010111101 01101111011 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 634 |
Words | 126 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 39 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 156 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 41 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 21, 2023
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