Analysis of My Soul is Dark
George Gordon Lord Byron 1788 (London) – 1824 (Missolonghi, Aetolia)
My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once - or yield to song.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111101 01111111 01110101 110101011 10110111 11111101 10111101 11011111 11011101 11111111 11110111 11110111 11111101 01010101 01111101 01111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 590 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 220 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 60 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 27, 2023
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