Analysis of Song—The Winter it is Past
Robert Burns 1759 (Alloway) – 1796 (Dumfries)
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last
And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree;
Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,
Since my true love is parted from me.
The rose upon the breer, by the waters running clear,
May have charms for the linnet or the bee;
Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,
But my true love is parted from me.
| Scheme | XAXA XAXA |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Quatrain |
| Metre | 0101110010111 001111111 11111111101 111111011 0101011010101 1111010101 1101110110111 111111011 |
| Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
| Characters | 389 |
| Words | 78 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
| Words per line (avg) | 10 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 144 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 38 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 13, 2023
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