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11 - Quantitative research on versification_ the corpus of czech verse (Petr Plechac)/Presentacion Plechac.url

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12 - Análisis de textos poéticos y estilometría con R (Ros, Robles, Caminero)/Materiales An. textos poéticos con R/CodigoPresentacionCoreNLP.R

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+#------------------------- Introduccion
+library(coreNLP)
+initCoreNLP()
+
+#------------------------ Tokenization y sentence splitting
+
+#Anotamos el fichero de interés
+anno<-annotateFile("/home/accaminero/PoesiaIngles.txt")
+anno
+
+# Mostramos cada token (palabra) que hemos identificado
+getToken(anno)$token 
+
+# Mostramos a qué frase pertenece cada token
+getToken(anno)$sentence
+
+sentLen <- table(getToken(anno)$sentence) # sentLen contiene la longitud de cada frase
+hist(sentLen, breaks=30) # pintamos un gráfico con las longitudes de las frases
+
+#------------------------------- Lematizar, POS tag
+
+# Obtener la info de cada token 
+token <- getToken(anno)
+
+# Presentar la info de los tokens de la primera frase
+token[token$sentence==1,c(1:9)]
+
+# ¿Cuántas ocurrencias hay de cada etiqueta?
+table(token$POS)
+
+# Utilizamos el universal tagset 
+ut <- universalTagset(token$POS)
+
+# ¿Cuántas ocurrencias hay de cada etiqueta?
+table(ut)
+
+#Calculamos la cuenta de los nombres, pronombres, … en cada frase
+nounCnt <- tapply(ut == "NOUN", token$sentence, sum)
+pronCnt <- tapply(ut == "PRON", token$sentence, sum)
+adjCnt <- tapply(ut == "ADJ", token$sentence, sum)
+verbCnt <- tapply(ut == "VERB", token$sentence, sum)
+
+# Agrupamos los contadores en un dataframe
+posDf <- data.frame(nounCnt,pronCnt,adjCnt,verbCnt)
+
+#Mostramos las primeras posiciones del dataframe, que muestra las primeras frases
+head(posDf)
+
+# Pintamos un gráfico que compara cuántos nombres+pronombres hay con los adjetivos
+plot(nounCnt+pronCnt,adjCnt,pch=19,cex=2, col=rgb(0,0,0.02))
+
+# Pintamos un gráfico que compara cuántos nombres+pronombres hay con los verbos
+plot(nounCnt+pronCnt,verbCnt,pch=19,cex=2, col=rgb(0,0,0.02))
+
+
+#¿Cuáles son los 5 nombres que más se repiten?
+# // Usando el universal tagset…
+index <- which(ut=="NOUN")
+tab <- table(token$lemma[index])
+head(sort(tab,decreasing=TRUE),5)
+
+# // Utilizando el Penn Treebank project …
+index <- which(token$POS == "NNP")
+tab <- table(token$lemma[index])
+head(sort(tab,decreasing=TRUE),5)
+
+
+
+#---------------- Analisis de dependencias
+
+#Generamos el árbol de dependencias, y vemos su longitud
+parseTree <- getParse(anno)
+length(parseTree)
+
+#Muestra el árbol para la primera frase
+cat(parseTree[1])
+
+# Mostramos las dependencias para la primera frase
+dep <- getDependency(anno)
+dep[dep$sentence == 1,]
+
+# El siguiente ejemplo sirve para analizar cuáles son los 3 verbos que toman como sujeto una palabra determinada en mayor 
+# número de ocasiones. Por ejemplo “toll”
+index <- which(token$lemma[dep$depIndex] == "toll")
+depSelf <- dep[index,]
+depSelf <- depSelf[depSelf$type == "nsubj",]
+sort(table(depSelf$governor),decreasing=TRUE)[1:3]
+
+
+
+#------------- Reconocimiento de entidades con nombre
+
+token <- getToken(anno)
+#Mostramos cuántos tokens hemos encontrado para cada categoría
+table(token$NER)
+
+#Mostramos los tokens etiquetados como DURATION y PERSON
+unique(token$lemma[token$NER=="DURATION"])
+unique(token$lemma[token$NER=="PERSON"])
+
+# Para una de las personas identificadas en el documento, ¿cuáles son las 3 primeras palabras con las que tiene dependencias de 
+# tipo gobernador?, ¿y de tipo dependiente?
+
+index <- which(token$lemma[dep$depIndex] == "Cromwell")
+depSelf <- dep[index,]
+sort(table(depSelf$governor),decreasing=TRUE)[1:3]
+sort(table(depSelf$dependent),decreasing=TRUE)[1:3]
+
+#------------- Correferencias 
+
+#Calculamos y mostramos las primeras correferencias
+coref <- getCoreference(anno)
+head(coref)
+
+# Mostramos de forma agregada las palabras que forman parte de una correferencia
+table(token$token[coref$startIndex[coref$corefId == 10]])
+
+
+

12 - Análisis de textos poéticos y estilometría con R (Ros, Robles, Caminero)/Materiales An. textos poéticos con R/PoesiaIngles.txt

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+The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
+The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
+The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
+And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
+
+Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
+And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
+Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
+And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
+
+Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
+The moping owl does to the moon complain
+Of such, as wandering near her secret bower,
+Molest her ancient solitary reign.
+
+Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
+Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
+Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
+The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
+
+The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
+The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
+The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
+No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
+
+For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
+Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
+No children run to lisp their sire's return,
+Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
+
+Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
+Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
+How jocund did they drive their team afield!
+How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
+
+Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
+Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
+Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,
+The short and simple annals of the poor.
+
+The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
+And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
+Awaits alike the inevitable hour.
+The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
+
+Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault,
+If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,
+Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
+The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
+Can storied urn or animated bust
+Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
+Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
+Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
+
+Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
+Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
+Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,
+Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
+
+But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
+Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll;
+Chill Penury repressed their noble rage,
+And froze the genial current of the soul.
+
+Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
+The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
+Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
+And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
+
+Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast
+The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
+Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
+Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
+
+The applause of listening senates to command,
+The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
+To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
+And read their history in a nation's eyes,
+
+Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone
+Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;
+Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
+And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,
+
+The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
+To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
+Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
+With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
+
+Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
+Their sober wishes never learned to stray;
+Along the cool sequestered vale of life
+They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
+
+Yet even these bones from insult to protect
+Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
+With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked,
+Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
+
+Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse,
+The place of fame and elegy supply:
+And many a holy text around she strews,
+That teach the rustic moralist to die.
+
+For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
+This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned,
+Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
+Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
+
+On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
+Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
+Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
+Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires.
+
+For thee, who mindful of the unhonoured dead
+Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
+If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
+Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,
+
+Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
+'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
+'Brushing with hasty steps the dews away
+'To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
+
+'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
+'That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
+'His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
+'And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
+
+'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
+'Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,
+'Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
+'Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.
+
+'One morn I missed him on the customed hill,
+'Along the heath and near his favourite tree;
+'Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
+'Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;
+
+'The next with dirges due in sad array
+'Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne.
+'Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay,
+'Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.'
+
+The Epitaph
+
+Here rests his head upon the lap of earth
+A youth to fortune and to fame unknown.
+Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
+And Melancholy marked him for her own.
+Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
+Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
+He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
+He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
+No farther seek his merits to disclose,
+Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
+(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
+The bosom of his Father and his God. 

12 - Análisis de textos poéticos y estilometría con R (Ros, Robles, Caminero)/Materiales An. textos poéticos con R/PoesiaIngles2.txt

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+Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
+That crown the watery glade,
+Where grateful Science still adores
+Her Henry's holy Shade;
+And ye, that from the stately brow
+Of Windsor's heights the expanse below
+Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
+Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among
+Wanders the hoary Thames along
+His silver-winding way.
+
+Ah happy hills, ah pleasing shade,
+Ah fields beloved in vain,
+Where once my careless childhood strayed,
+A stranger yet to pain!
+I feel the gales, that from ye blow,
+A momentary bliss bestow,
+As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
+My weary soul they seem to soothe,
+And, redolent of joy and youth,
+To breathe a second spring.
+
+Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen
+Full many a sprightly race
+Disporting on thy margent green
+The paths of pleasure trace,
+Who foremost now delight to cleave
+With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
+The captive linnet which enthrall?
+What idle progeny succeed
+To chase the rolling circle's speed,
+Or urge the flying ball?
+
+While some on earnest business bent
+Their murmuring labours ply
+'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint
+To sweeten liberty:
+Some bold adventurers disdain
+The limits of their little reign,
+And unknown regions dare descry:
+Still as they run they look behind,
+They hear a voice in every wind,
+And snatch a fearful joy.
+
+Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,
+Less pleasing when possessed;
+The tear forgot as soon as shed,
+The sunshine of the breast:
+Theirs buxom health of rosy hue,
+Wild wit, invention ever-new,
+And lively cheer of vigour born;
+The thoughtless day, the easy night,
+The spirits pure, the slumbers light,
+That fly the approach of morn.
+
+Alas, regardless of their doom,
+The little victims play!
+No sense have they of ills to come,
+Nor care beyond today:
+Yet see how all around 'em wait
+The ministers of human fate,
+And black Misfortune's baleful train!
+Ah, show them where in ambush stand
+To seize their prey the murtherous band!
+Ah, tell them, they are men!
+
+These shall the fury Passions tear,
+The vultures of the mind,
+Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear,
+And Shame that skulks behind;
+Or pining Love shall waste their youth,
+Or Jealousy with rankling tooth,
+That inly gnaws the secret heart,
+And Envy wan, and faded Care,
+Grim-visaged comfortless Despair,
+And Sorrow's piercing dart.
+
+Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
+Then whirl the wretch from high,
+To bitter Scorn a sacrifice,
+And grinning Infamy.
+The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
+And hard Unkindness' altered eye,
+That mocks the tear it forced to flow;
+And keen Remorse with blood defiled,
+And moody Madness laughing wild
+Amid severest woe.
+
+Lo, in the vale of years beneath
+A grisly troop are seen,
+The painful family of Death,
+More hideous than their Queen:
+This racks the joints, this fires the veins,
+That every labouring sinew strains,
+Those in the deeper vitals rage:
+Lo, Poverty, to fill the band,
+That numbs the soul with icy hand,
+And slow-consuming Age.
+
+To each his sufferings: all are men,
+Condemned alike to groan;
+The tender for another's pain,
+The unfeeling for his own.
+Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
+Since sorrow never comes too late,
+And happiness too swiftly flies.
+Thought would destroy their paradise.
+No more; where ignorance is bliss,
+'Tis folly to be wise.