Analysis of Poetic Emotion.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
The heart's throb makes the music: words are air,
A mortal breath, if no emotion thrills
The subtle syllables; and all men own
The poesy, the passion, and the power
When that the Poet's fiery fingers touch
The lyre immortal. 'Tis from him alone
The accents of life's mystery are heard,
As the harmonious numbers take the soul
And the unearthy in us answers him.
| Scheme | ABCDECFGH |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 0111010111 0101110101 0101000111 010100010 11010100101 0101011101 0101110011 10010010101 00101101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 361 |
| Words | 67 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 9 |
| Lines Amount | 9 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 284 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 65 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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