Analysis of The House of Hospitalities
Thomas Hardy 1840 (Stinsford) – 1928 (Dorchester, Dorset)
Here we broached the Christmas barrel,
Pushed up the charred log-ends;
Here we sang the Christmas carol,
And called in friends.
Time has tired me since we met here
When the folk now dead were young,
And the viands were outset here
And quaint songs sung.
And the worm has bored the viol
That used to lead the tune,
Rust eaten out the dial
That struck night's noon.
Now no Christmas brings in neighbours,
And the New Year comes unlit;
Where we sang the mole now labours,
And spiders knit.
Yet at midnight if here walking,
When the moon sheets wall and tree,
I see forms of old time talking,
Who smile on me.
Scheme | ABAB CDCD AEAE BFBF GHGH |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 11101010 110111 11101010 0101 111011111 1011101 001011 0111 0011101 111101 1101010 1111 1110101 001111 1110111 0101 1111110 1011101 11111110 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 594 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 95 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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