Analysis of Lynton Verses
Thomas Edward Brown 1830 – 1897
Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying,
Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playing
Let me not think!
O floods, upon whose brink
The merry birds are maying,
Dream, softly dream! O blessed mother lead me
Unsevered from thy girdle — lead me! feed me!
I have no will but shine;
I need not but the juice
Of elemental wine—
Perish remoter use
Of strength reserved for conflict yet to come!
Let me be dumb,
As long as I may feel thy hand—
This, this is all—do ye not understand
How the great Mother mixes all our bloods ?
O breeze! O swaying buds!
O lambs, O primroses, O floods!
Scheme | AABBACCDEDEFFGGHHH |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110101010 110101110 1111 110111 010111 1101111011 111101111 111111 111101 10101 1011 1101110111 1111 11111111 111111101 10110101101 111101 1111011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 588 |
Words | 113 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 18 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 454 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 112 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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