Analysis of Isie.
The wife she was ailin', the doctor was ca'ed,
She was makkin' eneuch din for twa,
While Peter was suppin' his brose at the fire,
No' heedin' the cratur' ava.
"Eh, doctor! My back's fair awa' wi' it noo,
It was rackit the day spreadin' dung;
Hae Peter! Come owre wi' the lamp, like a man,
Till the doctor can look at my tongue!"
But Peter had bade wi' her near forty year,
Fine acquaint wi' her weel-soopled jaw,
Sae he lowsed his tap button for ease till his wame,
Wi' a gant at the wag-at-the-wa'.
"Weel Isie," says he, "an' it's me that should ken,
That's the ae place ye niver hae cramp.
The lamp's bidin' here: if he's seekin' a sicht
O' yer tongue he can pull't to the lamp!"
Scheme | ABXXCDCD XXXBCEAE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01111010111 1111111 11011111010 110110 1101111111 1110111 11011101101 101011111 11011101101 10110111 111111011111 101101101 1111111111 101111011 011111101 1111111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 670 |
Words | 137 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 246 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 66 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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