Analysis of To My Brothers
John Keats 1795 (Moorgate) – 1821 (Rome)
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls.
And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,
Your eyes are fix d, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birth-day Tom, and I rejoice
That thus it passes smoothly, quietly.
Many such eves of gently whisp'ring noise
May we together pass, and calmly try
What are this world s true joys, ere the great voice,
From its fair face, shall bid our spirits fly.
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Metre | 1101110111 01111010101 110101111 010100100101 0111110101 11111100101 0101110001 1111111011 1111110101 1111010100 101111011 1101010101 11111111011 11111110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 627 |
Words | 115 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 485 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 113 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 25, 2023
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