Analysis of The Whirligig Of Time
Edith Nesbit 1858 (Kennington, Surrey ) – 1924 (New Romney, Kent)
Before your feet,
My love, my sweet,
Behold! your slave bows down;
And in his hands
From other lands
Brings you another crown.
For in far climes,
In bygone times,
Myself was royal too:
Oh, I have been
A king, my queen,
Who am a slave for you!
| Scheme | AABCCB DDEXXE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 0111 1111 011111 0011 1101 110101 1011 011 11101 1111 0111 110111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
| Characters | 239 |
| Words | 50 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 6, 6 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 15 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 91 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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