Analysis of Hymn to Pan
SING his praises that doth keep
Our flocks from harm.
Pan, the father of our sheep;
And arm in arm
Tread we softly in a round,
Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground
Fills the music with her sound.
Pan, O great god Pan, to thee
Thus do we sing!
Thou who keep'st us chaste and free
As the young spring:
Ever be thy honour spoke
From that place the morn is broke
To that place day doth unyoke!
Scheme | ABABCCC DEDEFFE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1110111 10111 10101101 0101 1110001 101011 1010101 1111111 1111 11111101 1011 101111 1110111 111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 410 |
Words | 79 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 7 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 152 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 39 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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