Analysis of Politics
Alfred Lord Tennyson 1809 – 1892
We move, the wheel must always move,
Nor always on the plain,
And if we move to such a goal
As wisdom hopes to gain,
Then you that drive, and know your Craft.
Will firmly hold the rein,
Nor lend an ear to random cried,
Or you may drive in vain,
For some cry ‘Quick’ and some cry ‘Slow’
But, while the hills remain,
Up hill ‘Too-slow’ will need the whip,
Down hill ‘Too-quick’ the chain.
Scheme | ABCBDBEBFBGB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111 11101 01111101 110111 11110111 110101 11111101 111101 11110111 110101 11111101 111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 399 |
Words | 78 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 12 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 288 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 76 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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