Analysis of The Orphan
Ann Taylor 1782 (Islington) – 1866
MY father and mother are dead,
Nor friend, nor relation I know;
And now the cold earth is their bed,
And daisies will over them grow.
I cast my eyes into the tomb,
The sight made me bitterly cry;
I said, 'And is this the dark room,
Where my father and mother must lie?'
I cast my eyes round me again,
In hopes some protector to see;
Alas! but the search was in vain,
For none had compassion on me.
I cast my eyes up to the sky,
I groan'd, though I said not a word;
Yet GOD was not deaf to my cry,
The Friend of the fatherless heard.
For since I have trusted his care,
And learn'd on his word to depend,
He has kept me from every snare,
And been my best Father and Friend.
Scheme | ABAB CDCD XEXE DFDF GHGH |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 11001011 11101011 01011111 01011011 11110101 01111001 11011011 111001011 11111101 01101011 01101101 11101011 11111101 11111101 11111111 01101001 11111011 01111101 111111001 01111001 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 678 |
Words | 141 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 101 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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