Analysis of Fly not so swift, my dear
John Wilbye 1574 (Diss) – 1638 (Colchester)
Fly not so swift, my dear, behold me dying,
If not a smiling glance for all my crying,
Yet kill me with thy frowns.
The Satyrs o'er the lawns full nimbly dancing,
Frisk it apace to view thy beauty's glancing.
See how they coast the downs.
Fain wouldst thou turn and yield them their delight,
But that thou fear'st lest I should steal a sight.
| Scheme | AABAABCC |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11111101110 11010111110 111111 01100111010 1101111110 111101 1111011101 11111111101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 343 |
| Words | 67 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 265 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 65 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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