Analysis of The Fyghtynge Seventh
Ambrose Bierce 1842 (Meigs County) – 1914 (Chihuahua)
It is the gallant Seventh
It fyghteth faste and free!
God wot the where it fyghteth
I ne desyre to be.
The Gonfalon it flyeth,
Seeming a Flayme in Sky;
The Bugel loud yblowen is,
Which sayeth, Doe and dye!
And (O good Saints defende us
Agaynst the Woes of Warr)
Drawn Tongues are flashing deadly
To smyte the Foeman sore!
With divers kinds of Riddance
The smoaking Earth is wet,
And all aflowe to seaward goe
The Torrents wide of Sweat!
The Thunder of the Captens,
And eke the Shouting, mayketh
Such horrid Din the Soule within
The boddy of me quayketh!
Who fyghteth the bold Seventh?
What haughty Power defyes?
Their Colonel 'tis they drubben sore,
And dammen too his Eyes!
Scheme | ABAB ACDC XEBE XFXF DAXA ADEX |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 1101010 11101 110111 11111 0111 100101 01111 11101 011111 10111 1111010 11011 1101110 01111 0111101 010111 010101 010101 11010101 010111 110110 110101 1101111 010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 659 |
Words | 125 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 89 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 21 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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