Analysis of Dora
Thomas Edward Brown 1830 – 1897
SHE knelt upon her brother's grave,
My little girl of six years old--
He used to be so good and brave,
The sweetest lamb of all our fold;
He used to shout, he used to sing,
Of all our tribe the little king--
And so unto the turf her ear she laid,
To hark if still in that dark place he play'd.
No sound! no sound!
Death's silence was profound;
And horror crept
Into her aching heart, and Dora wept.
If this is as it ought to be,
My God, I leave it unto Thee.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11010101 11011111 11111101 010111101 11111111 111010101 0110010111 1111011111 1111 110101 0101 0101010101 11111111 11111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 490 |
Words | 97 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 342 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 95 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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