Analysis of Autumn III
Thomas Hood 1799 (London) – 1845 (London)
The Autumn is old,
The sere leaves are flying;—
He hath gather'd up gold,
And now he is dying;—
Old Age, begin sighing!
The vintage is ripe,
The harvest is heaping;—
But some that have sow'd
Have no riches for reaping;—
Poor wretch, fall a-weeping!
The year's in the wane,
There is nothing adorning,
The night has no eve,
And the day has no morning;—
Cold winter gives warning.
The rivers run chill,
The red sun is sinking,
And I am grown old,
And life is fast shrinking;
Here's enow for sad thinking!
Scheme | ABABBCBDBBEBFBBGBABB |
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (30%) Etheree (30%) |
Metre | 01011 011110 111011 011110 110110 01011 010110 11111 1110110 111010 01001 1110010 01111 0011110 110110 01011 011110 01111 011110 111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 519 |
Words | 100 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 20 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 378 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 93 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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