Analysis of Adieu! ye cheerful native plains

Robert Tannahill 1774 (Paisley) – 1810



Adieu! ye cheerful native plains,
Dungeon glooms receive me,
Nought, alas for me remains,
Of all the joys ye gave me-
All are flown!
Banish'd from thy shores, sweet Erin,
I, through life, must toil, despairing.
Lost and unknown.

Howl, ye winds, around my cell,
Nothing now can wound me,
Mingling with your dreary swell,
Prison groans surround me,-
Bodings wild-
Treachery, thy ruthless doing
Long I'll mourn in hopeless ruin,
Lost and exil'd.


Scheme ABABCXDC EBEBFDXF
Poetic Form
Metre 01110101 101011 1011101 1101111 111 10111110 11111010 1001 1110111 101111 10011101 101011 11 10011010 11101010 101
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 436
Words 77
Sentences 6
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 8, 8
Lines Amount 16
Letters per line (avg) 21
Words per line (avg) 5
Letters per stanza (avg) 171
Words per stanza (avg) 37
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Robert Tannahill

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