Analysis of Tears
Lizette Woodworth Reese 1856 (Waverly) – 1935
When I consider Life and its few years --
A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
A call to battle, and the battle done
Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears;
The gusts that past a darkening shore do beat;
The burst of music down an unlistening street, --
I wonder at the idleness of tears.
Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight,
Chieftains, and bards, and keepers of the sheep,
By every cup of sorrow that you had,
Loose me from tears, and make me see aright
How each hath back what once he stayed to weep:
Homer his sight, David his little lad!
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101010111 0111011001 0111000101 10110101101 01100111011 01110100111 011101111 1101010011 11110111 1001010101 11001110111 111101111 1111111111 1011101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 601 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 452 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 119 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 28, 2023
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