Analysis of Chanclebury Ring
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
Say what you will, there is not in the world
A nobler sight than from this upper Down.
No rugged landscape here, no beauty hurled
From its Creator's hand as with a frown;
But a green plain on which green hills look down
Trim as a garden plot. No other hue
Can hence be seen, save here and there the brown
Of a square fallow, and the horizon's blue.
Dear checker--work of woods, the Sussex Weald!
If a name thrills me yet of things of earth,
That name is thine. How often I have fled
To thy deep hedgerows and embraced each field,
Each lag, each pasture,--fields which gave me birth
And saw my youth, and which must hold me dead.
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Metre | 1111111001 0101111101 110111101 11111101 1011111111 1101011101 1111110101 1011000101 1101110101 1011111111 1111110111 111100111 1111011111 0111011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 623 |
Words | 124 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 485 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 121 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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