Analysis of An Old Bachelor
Tudor Storrs Jenks 1857 ( Brooklyn) – 1922 ( Bronxville)
Twas raw, and chill, and cold outside,
With a boisterous wind untamed,
But I was sitting snug within,
Where my good log-fire flamed.
As my clock ticked,
My cat purred,
And my kettle sang.
I read me a tale of war and love,
Brave knights and their ladies fair;
And I brewed a brew of stiff hot-scotch
To drive away dull care.
As my clock ticked,
My cat purred,
And my kettle sang.
At last the candles sputtered out,
But the embers still were bright,
When I turned my tumbler upside down,
An' bade m'self g' night!
As th' ket'l t-hic-ked,
The clock purred,
And the cat (hic) sang!
Scheme | aaxxBAC xdxdBAC xexeaac |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11010111 1010011 11110101 1111101 1111 111 01101 111011101 1101101 011011111 110111 1111 111 01101 11010101 1010101 111110111 111111 1111111 011 00111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 733 |
Words | 109 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 7, 7 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 145 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 36 |
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