Analysis of The Blind Boy
Colley Cibber 1671 (Southampton Street, London) – 1757 (Berkeley Square)
O SAY what is that thing call’d Light,
Which I must ne’er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?
My day or night myself I make
Whene’er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me ’twere always day.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne’er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy:
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.
Scheme | ABAB CACA DEDE XFXF XBXB |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 11111111 111101 11010101 111111 11110111 110111 11111111 111111 1111111 11111 01110101 11111 11011101 111101 11110111 011111 11111101 111101 11111101 10111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 667 |
Words | 127 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 91 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 21, 2023
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