Analysis of Nicholas Bindle
Edgar Lee Masters 1868 (Garnett) – 1950 (Elkins Park)
Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens,
When my estate was probated and everyone knew
How small a fortune I left?--
You who hounded me in life,
To give, give, give to the churches, to the poor,
To the village!--me who had already given much.
And think you not I did not know
That the pipe-organ, which I gave to the church,
Played its christening songs when Deacon Rhodes,
Who broke and all but ruined me,
Worshipped for the first time after his acquittal?
| Scheme | ABCDEFGHIJK |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 0110110100 1101110101 1101011 1110101 11111010101 1010111010101 01111111 10110111101 1110011101 11011101 101011101010 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 463 |
| Words | 87 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 11 |
| Lines Amount | 11 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 353 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 83 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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