Analysis of Lover's Quarrels
Edith Nesbit 1858 (Kennington, Surrey ) – 1924 (New Romney, Kent)
JOIN hands, my dear, clasp long and close and fast,
Even this present we shall soon call past,
And lay among the unforgotten days,
Not the less loved because they could not last.
Make haste to put our hasty words away,
And hide them with dead leaves of yesterday,
Cast them aside among forgotten things,
Keep the love warm that turns to green life's grey.
Each little thorn that pricks these present hours
Is sure to hide under our memories' flowers,
Till we shall say, turning the dry wreath over,
'How sweet they were--these dear dead days of ours!'
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111110101 1011011111 0101011 1011011111 11111010101 011111110 1101010101 1011111111 11011111010 1111101010010 11111001110 11101111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 559 |
Words | 102 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 144 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 33 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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