Analysis of The Slave’s Lament
Robert Burns 1759 (Alloway) – 1796 (Dumfries)
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrall
For the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more,
And alas! I am weary, weary O!
Torn from &c.
All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost,
Like the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,
And alas! I am weary, weary O!
There streams &c.
The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear,
In the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
And I think on friends most dear with the bitter, bitter tear,
And Alas! I am weary, weary O!
And I think &c.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110101111111 101101011 1111010110111 0011110101 111 1111011110101 101101011 11110101101101 0011110101 111 0101111010111 001101011 01111111010101 0011110101 0111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 588 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 5, 5 |
Lines Amount | 15 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 149 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 39 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 09, 2023
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