Analysis of Ireland’s Vengeance
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
This is thy day, thy day of all the years.
Ireland! The night of anger and mute gloom,
Where thou didst sit, has vanished with thy tears.
Thou shalt no longer weep in thy lone home
The dead they slew for thee, or nurse thy doom,
Or fan the smoking flax of thy desire
Their hatred could not quench. Thy hour is come;
And these, if they would reap, must reap in fire.
--What shall thy vengeance be? In that long night
Thou hast essayed thy wrath in many ways,
Slaughter and havoc and Hell's deathless spite.
They taught thee vengeance who thus schooled thy days,
Taught all they knew, but not this one divine
Vengeance, to love them. Be that vengeance thine!
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111111101 10001110011 1111110111 1111010111 0111111111 11010111010 11011111011 01111111010 1111010111 111110101 100100111 1111011111 1111111101 1011111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 651 |
Words | 125 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 510 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 123 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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