Analysis of To Death
Anne Kingsmill Finch 1661 – 1720 (Westminster)
O King of Terrors, whose unbounded Sway
All that have Life, must certainly Obey;
The King, the Priest, the Prophet, all are Thine,
Nor wou'd ev'n God (in Flesh) thy Stroke decline.
My Name is on thy Roll, and sure I must
Encrease thy gloomy Kingdom in the Dust.
My soul at this no Apprehension feels,
But trembles at thy Swords, thy Racks, thy Wheels;
Thy scorching Fevers, which distract the Sense,
And snatch us raving, unprepar'd from hence;
At thy contagious Darts, that wound the Heads
Of weeping Friends, who wait at dying Beds.
Spare these, and let thy Time be when it will;
My Bus'ness is to Dye, and Thine to Kill.
Gently thy fatal Sceptre on me lay,
And take to thy cold Arms, insensibly, thy Prey.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111010101 1111110001 0101010111 11111011101 1111110111 111010001 111110101 111111111 1101010101 011100111 1101011101 1101111101 1101111111 1111110111 1011010111 011111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 716 |
Words | 132 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 544 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 130 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 02, 2023
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