Analysis of Many Are Called
Edwin Arlington Robinson 1869 – 1935
The Lord Apollo, who has never died,
Still holds alone his immemorial reign,
Supreme in an impregnable domain
That with his magic he has fortified;
And though melodious multitudes have tried
In ecstasy, in anguish, and in vain,
With invocation sacred and profane
To lure him, even the loudest are outside.
Only at unconjectured intervals,
By will of him on whom no man may gaze,
By word of him whose law no man has read,
A questing light may rift the sullen walls,
To cling where mostly its infrequent rays
Fall golden on the patience of the dead.
Scheme | ABBAABBA XCDXCD |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0101011101 1101101001 0101010001 111101110 0101001011 0100010001 101010001 11110010111 1011100 1111111111 1111111111 011110101 1111010101 1101010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 553 |
Words | 100 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 218 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 49 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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