Analysis of My soul is sunk in all-suffusing shame
Alfred Austin 1835 (Leeds) – 1913 (Ashford)
My soul is sunk in all-suffusing shame;
Yet not for any individual sin,
But that the world's original fair fame-
My own land's most-is not what it hath been.
Shrieks of intolerable bondage smite,
Without response, its comfortable ears,
Making a craven compromise with Might,
For their own luxury, of others' tears.
Better than this the sanguinary crash
Of fratricidal strokes, and nerveful hate!
So do I hope to hear the sabres clash
And tumbrils rattle when the snows abate.
Love peace who will-I for mankind prefer,
To dungeon or disgrace, a sepulchre.
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Metre | 1111010101 1111001001 1101010011 1111111111 1101000101 0101110001 100101011 1111001101 1011011 111011 1111110101 011010101 1111111101 11010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 549 |
Words | 95 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 4 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 220 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 47 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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