Analysis of The Volunteer
Herbert Asquith 1881 – 1947
Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent
Toiling at ledgers in a city grey,
Thinking that so his days would drift away
With no lance broken in life’s tournament:
Yet ever ’twixt the books and his bright eyes
The gleaming eagles of the legions came,
And horsemen, charging under phantom skies,
Went thundering past beneath the oriflamme.
And now those waiting dreams are satisfied;
From twilight to the halls of dawn he went;
His lance is broken; but he lies content
With that high hour, in which he lived and died.
And falling thus he wants no recompense,
Who found his battle in the last resort;
Nor needs he any hearse to bear him hence,
Who goes to join the men of Agincourt.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111111 1011000101 1011111101 1111001100 1101010111 0101010101 0101010101 110010101 011101110 111011111 1111011110 11110011101 010111110 1111000101 1111011111 111101110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 747 |
Words | 128 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 271 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 63 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 26, 2023
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