Analysis of Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Walter Savage Landor 1775 (Warwick) – 1864
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Ah what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and of sighs
I consecrate to thee.
| Scheme | ABABCDCD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme |
| Metre | 111011 110101 1100101001 110101 1101111 111101 011100011 11011 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 229 |
| Words | 43 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 184 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 43 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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