Analysis of Song from Aella
Thomas Chatterton 1752 (Bristol) – 1770 (Holborn)
O SING unto my roundelay,
O drop the briny tear with me;
Dance no more at holyday,
Like a running river be:
My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.
Black his cryne as the winter night,
White his rode as the summer snow,
Red his face as the morning light,
Cold he lies in the grave below:
My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.
Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note,
Quick in dance as thought can be,
Deft his tabor, cudgel stout;
O he lies by the willow-tree!
My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.
Hark! the raven flaps his wing
In the brier'd dell below;
Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing
To the nightmares, as they go:
My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.
See! the white moon shines on high;
Whiter is my true-love's shroud:
Whiter than the morning sky,
Whiter than the evening cloud:
My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.
Here upon my true-love's grave
Shall the barren flowers be laid;
Not one holy saint to save
All the coldness of a maid:
My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.
With my hands I'll dent the briers
Round his holy corse to gre:
Ouph and fairy, light your fires,
Here my body still shall be:
My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.
Come, with acorn-cup and thorn,
Drain my heartes blood away;
Life and all its good I scorn,
Dance by night, or feast by day:
My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.
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Metre | 111011 1101111 11111 1010101 1111 11111 110011 11110101 11110101 11110101 11100101 1111 11111 110011 1111011 1011111 1110101 1111011 1111 11111 110011 1010111 001101 1011111 101111 1111 11111 110011 1011111 1011111 1010101 1010101 1111 11111 110011 1011111 10101011 1110111 1010101 1111 11111 110011 1111101 1110111 10101110 1110111 1111 11111 110011 1110101 111101 1011111 1111111 1111 11111 110011 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,591 |
Words | 290 |
Sentences | 13 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7 |
Lines Amount | 56 |
Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 146 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 36 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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