Analysis of A Sower
Henry John Newbolt, Sir 1862 – 1938
With sanguine looks
And rolling walk
Among the rooks
He loved to stalk,
While on the land
With gusty laugh
From a full hand
He scattered chaff.
Now that within
His spirit sleeps
A harvest thin
The sickle reaps;
But the dumb fields
Desire his tread,
And no earth yields
A wheat more red.
Scheme | ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH |
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Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme Quatrain |
Metre | 1101 0101 0101 1111 1101 1101 1011 1101 1101 1101 0101 0101 1011 01011 0111 0111 |
Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 280 |
Words | 57 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 14 |
Words per line (avg) | 3 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 57 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 14 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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