Analysis of To An Ingrate
Paul Laurence Dunbar 1872 (Dayton) – 1906
This is to-day, a golden summer's day
And yet--and yet
My vengeful soul will not forget
The past, forever now forgot, you say.
From that half height where I had sadly climbed,
I stretched my hand,
I lone in all that land,
Down there, where, helpless, you were limed.
Our fingers clasped, and dragging me a pace,
You struggled up.
It is a bitter Cup,
That now for naught, you turn away your face.
I shall remember this for aye and aye.
Whate'er may come,
Although my lips are dumb,
My spirit holds you to that yesterday.
Scheme | ABBA XCCA DEED XFFA |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (75%) |
Metre | 1111010101 0101 11011101 0101010111 1111111101 1111 110111 11110101 10101010101 1101 110101 1111110111 1101011101 1011 11111 110111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 512 |
Words | 99 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 99 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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