Analysis of Hymn Of The Puritans
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson 1832 (Kvikne) – 1910 (Paris)
Arm me, Lord, my strength redouble,
Heaven open, heed my trouble!
God, if my cause Thine shall be,
Grant a day of victory!
Fell all Thy foes now!
Fell all Thy foes now!
Roll forth Thy thunders, Thy lightning affright them,
Into the pit, the bottomless, smite them,
Their seed uproot,
Tread under foot!
Send then Thy snowy white dove peace-bringing,
Unto Thy faithful Thy token winging,
Olive-branch fair of Thy summer's fruition
After the deluge of sin's punition!
| Scheme | aabbCCddefgghc |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11111010 10101110 1111111 1011100 11111 11111 1111011011 0101010011 1101 1101 1111011110 1011011010 10111110010 10010111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 459 |
| Words | 81 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 14 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 362 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 79 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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