Analysis of Winter
Edith Nesbit 1858 (Kennington, Surrey ) – 1924 (New Romney, Kent)
Hold your hands to the blaze;
Winter is here
With the short cold days,
Bleak, keen and drear.
Was there ever a day
With hawthorn along the way
Where you wandered in mild mid-May
With your dear?
That was when you were young
And the world was gold;
Now all the songs are sung,
The tales all told.
You shiver now by the fire
Where the last red sparks expire;
Dead are delight and desire:
You are old.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111101 1011 10111 1101 111001 110101 11100111 111 111101 00111 110111 0111 11011010 1011101 11010010 111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 390 |
Words | 80 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 154 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 39 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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