Analysis of At The Close
George Meredith 1828 (Portsmouth, Hampshire) – 1909 (Box Hill, Surrey)
To Thee, dear God of Mercy, both appeal,
Who straightway sound the call to arms. Thou know'st;
And that black spot in each embattled host,
Spring of the blood-stream, later wilt reveal.
Now is it red artillery and white steel;
Till on a day will ring the victor's boast,
That 'tis Thy chosen towers uppermost,
Where Thy rejected grovels under heel.
So in all times of man's descent insane
To brute, did strength and craft combining strike,
Even as a God of Armies, his fell blow.
But at the close he entered Thy domain,
Dear God of Mercy, and if lion-like
He tore the fall'n, the Eternal was his Foe.
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Metre | 1111110101 1110111111 0111010101 1101110101 11110100011 1101110101 111101010 110101101 1011110101 1111010101 10101110111 1101110101 1111001101 110110010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 595 |
Words | 112 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 464 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 110 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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