Analysis of A Sabbath Morning In The Country.
'Tis morning, and the meadows yet,
Are wet with gracious drops of dew.
Each blade of grass, and flow'r, is set
With sparkling gems of richest hue.
The sun, with rising glory, sheds
A radiance, that none divine,
Save those, who early leave their beds,
When glist'ning dew-drops briefly shine.
Just ere the rising sunbeams play,
From glorious orb, of rosy red,
There is no sound of life, no hum,
And but, seemingly, all things are dead.
But when the blessed, welcome beams,
Light up, and cheer, and warm the earth,
All things awaken from their dreams,
To celebrate Creation's birth.
The very fields are filled with life,
With hum of bee, and insect throng;
The woods are vocal, with the strife
Of friendly rivalry, in song.
But 'tis the Sabbath morn, and now
Are heard no sounds of industry,
Save milk-maid, calling to her cow,
Or buzzing of the toilsome bee.
Or save, perhaps, the gentle neigh
Of horses, answering the call,
For mother, father, child to-day
Must hear the holy words, that fall
From lips, that pray with them, and preach
To them, the old, old words of cheer.
They must receive the sounds, that teach
Those solemn truths, they love to hear.
But now, the sun's increasing heat
Hath dried the dew, and warm'd the air;
The feather'd songsters now retreat,
Fann'd by the sun's relentless glare.
The morning service now is o'er,
The pastor, kindly greeted too,
And, after greetings at the door,
They all their homeward way pursue.
Scheme | ABABCDCD EFXF GHGH IJIJKLKL IMEMNXNX OPOPXBXB |
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Poetic Form | Etheree (25%) Tetractys (20%) |
Metre | 1100011 11110111 111101111 11011101 01110101 01001101 11110111 1111101 1101011 110011101 11111111 011001111 1101101 11010101 11010111 11011 01011111 1111011 01110101 11010001 11010101 11111100 11110101 1101011 11010101 11010001 11010111 11010111 11111101 11011111 11010111 11011111 11010101 11010101 0101101 11010101 010101110 01010101 01010101 11110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,415 |
Words | 258 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 4, 4, 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 40 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 185 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 42 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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