Analysis of Alas! What a wretched life is this!
John Wilbye 1574 (Diss) – 1638 (Colchester)
Alas! What a wretched life is this!
Nay what a death! Where tyrant Love commandeth!
My flow’ring days are in their prime declining,
All my proud hope quite fall’n, and life untwining,
My joys each after other, in haste are flying,
And leave me dying for her that scorns my crying.
Oh she from hence departs, my love refraining,
For whom, all heartless alas! I die complaining.
| Scheme | ABCCCCCC |
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 011010111 110111011 1111011010 111111011 111101001110 011101011110 11110111010 111100111010 |
| Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
| Characters | 381 |
| Words | 69 |
| Sentences | 8 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 37 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 293 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 67 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 15, 2023
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