Analysis of The Lout
John Clare 1793 (Helpston) – 1864 (St Andrew's Hospital)
For Sunday's play he never makes excuse,
But plays at taw, and buys his Spanish juice.
Hard as his toil, and ever slow to speak,
Yet he gives maidens many a burning cheek;
For none can pass him but his witless grace
Of bawdry brings the blushes in her face.
As vulgar as the dirt he treads upon
He calls his cows or drives his horses on;
He knows the lamest cow and strokes her side
And often tries to mount her back and ride,
And takes her tail at night in idle play,
And makes her drag him homeward all the way.
He knows of nothing but the football match,
And where hens lay, and when the duck will hatch.
Scheme | AABBCCDDEEFFGG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111110101 1111011101 1111010111 11110100101 1111111101 111010001 1101011101 1111111101 110110101 0101110101 0101110101 0101110101 111101011 0111010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 602 |
Words | 123 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 472 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 121 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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