Analysis of Celestial Painting (Sunset at Renvyle)
William Percy French 1854 – 1920
When painters leave this world, we grieve
For the hand that will work no more,
But who can say that they rest alway
On that still celestial shore?
No! No! they choose from the rainbow hues,
And winging from Paradise,
They come to paint, now bold now faint,
The tones of our sunset skies.
When I see them there I can almost swear
That grey is from Whistler's brain!
That crimson flush was Turner's brush!
And the gold is Claude Lorraine.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011111 10111111 11111111 1110101 11111011 010110 11111111 0111011 111111111 111111 11011101 0011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 444 |
Words | 83 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 12 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 341 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 81 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 17, 2023
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