Analysis of Song
William Cosmo Monkhouse 1840 (London) – 1901
WHO calls me bold because I won my love,
And did not pine,
And waste my life with secret pain, but strove
To make him mine?
I us’d no arts; ’t was Nature’s self that taught
My eye to speak,
And bid the burning blush to paint unsought
My flashing cheek;
That made my voice to tremble when I bid
My love “Goodby,”
So weak that every other sound was hid,
Except a sigh.
Oh, was it wrong to use the truth I knew,
That hearts are mov’d,
And spring warm-struck with life and love anew,
By being lov’d?
One night there came a tear, that, big and loth,
Stole ’neath my brow.
’T was thus I won my heart’s own heart, and both
Are happy now.
Scheme | XAXA BCBC DEDE FBFB XGXG |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 1111011111 0111 0111110111 1111 11111110111 1111 010101111 1101 1111110111 111 11110010111 0101 1111110111 1111 0111110101 1101 1111011101 1111 11111111101 1101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 706 |
Words | 130 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 94 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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