Analysis of This Time of Year a Twelvemonth Past
Alfred Edward Housman 1859 – 1936
This time of year a twelvemonth past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
So then the summer fields about,
Till rainy days began,
Rose Harland on her Sundays out
Walked with the better man.
The better man she walks with still,
Though now 'tis not with Fred:
A lad that lives and has his will
Is worth a dozen dead.
Fred keeps the house all kinds of weather,
And clay's the house he keeps;
When Rose and I walk out together
Stock-still lies Fred and sleeps.
Scheme | ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH |
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Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme Quatrain |
Metre | 1111011 110111 11110111 110111 11010101 110101 1101011 110101 01011111 111111 01110111 110101 110111110 010111 110111010 111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 517 |
Words | 101 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 99 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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