Analysis of Beranger's
Eugene Field 1850 (St. Louis) – 1895 (Chicago)
Still serve me in my age, I pray,
As in my youth, O faithful one;
For years I've brushed thee every day-
Could Socrates have better done?
What though the fates would wreak on thee
The fulness of their evil art?
Use thou philosophy, like me-
And we, old friend, shall never part!
I think-I
often
think of it-
The day we twain first faced the crowd;
My roistering friends impeached your fit,
But you and I were very proud!
Those jovial friends no more make free
With us (no longer new and smart),
But rather welcome you and me
As loving friends that should not part.
The patch? Oh, yes-one happy night-
'Lisette,' says I, 'it's time to go'-
She clutched this sleeve to stay my flight,
Shrieking: 'What! leave so early? No!'
To mend the ghastly rent she'd made,
Three days she toiled, dear patient heart!
And I-right willingly I staid-
Lisette decreed we should not part!
No incense ever yet profaned
This honest, shiny warp of thine,
Nor hath a courtier's eye disdained
Thy faded hue and quaint design;
Let servile flattery be the price
Of ribbons in the royal mart-
A roadside posie shall suffice
For us two friends that must not part!
Fear not the recklessness of yore
Shall re-occur to vex thee now;
Alas, I am a youth no more-
I'm old and sere, and so art thou!
So bide with me unto the last
And with thy warmth caress this heart
That pleads, by memories of the Past,
That two such friends should never part!
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Metre | 11101111 10111101 111111001 1101101 11011111 0111101 11010011 01111101 111 10 111 01111101 1110111 11010101 110011111 11110101 11010101 11011111 01111101 01111111 11111111 10111101 11010111 11111101 01110011 01011111 1011011 11010111 1101101 11010101 110100101 11000101 011101 11111111 11010011 11011111 01110111 11010111 11111001 01110111 111100101 11111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,378 |
Words | 266 |
Sentences | 15 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 10, 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 42 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 217 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 52 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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