Analysis of Hillsdale
Neil McLeod 1947 (Oxford)
Chimes for the Blue and White
For Oliver my son at Hillsdale
The old clock is a'chiming
From out the hilltop tower,
Ringing out for old and new
The changing of the hour.
Changing through the seasons
That swiftly come and go,
For Freshmen through to Seniors
And all who hear below.
Summer's in its fullness
The leaves have yet to fall
Peaches are now sweet and ripe
And corn is getting tall.
The finches are a'flocking
Yet to travel away
And the Grosbeak's fluid singing
Is lilting through the day.
The constant measure is beating
For those young hearts and true,
Who sojourn to the mullioned halls
To wear the white and blue.
With high spirits and fresh antics,
New faces will appear,
But Hillsdale unperturbed will greet,
Unchanged, the coming year.
Scheme | XX ABCBXAXX XDXDAEAE ACXCXFXF |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110101 11001111 01111 110110 1011101 0101010 101010 110101 1101110 011101 100110 011111 1011101 011101 0101010 111001 0011010 11101 01010110 111101 1101011 110101 11100110 110101 110111 010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 725 |
Words | 133 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 150 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 33 |
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