Analysis of Toil
Francis William Lauderdale Adams 1862 – 1893
I TOIL, I toil, as toils a jaded horse
Around the ever-changing changeless track
From sunrise on to sunset, till the mill,
That grinds in flour my heart and soul, is still,
And the ropes are loosed, and I may leave my course
And silent, alone with the night, go back
To misery and the cruel sleep whose breasts,
Bitter to suck, give poisoned milk. And this
Is my life! And everything attests
Hell's fleshless hand that holds me pitiless!
Scheme | ABCCABDEDF |
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (20%) |
Metre | 1111110101 010101011 11111101 11010110111 00111011111 0100110111 11000010111 1011110101 11101001 111111100 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 436 |
Words | 82 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 10 |
Lines Amount | 10 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 342 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 80 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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