Analysis of To Ianthe
Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792 (Horsham) – 1822 (Lerici)
I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake;
Those azure eyes, that faintly dimpled cheek,
Thy tender frame, so eloquently weak,
Love in the sternest heart of hate might wake;
But more when o'er thy fitful slumber bending
Thy mother folds thee to her wakeful heart,
Whilst love and pity, in her glances blending,
All that thy passive eyes can feel impart:
More, when some feeble lineaments of her,
Who bore thy weight beneath her spotless bosom,
As with deep love I read thy face, recur,--
More dear art thou, O fair and fragile blossom;
Dearest when most thy tender traits express
The image of thy mother’s loveliness.
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Metre | 1111011111 1101110101 1101110001 1001011111 111101101010 110111011 11010001010 1111011101 11110110 11110101010 1111111101 11111101010 1011110101 01011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 618 |
Words | 112 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 487 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 109 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 22, 2023
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