Analysis of The Lesson of Grief
George Meredith 1828 (Portsmouth, Hampshire) – 1909 (Box Hill, Surrey)
Not ere the bitter herb we taste,
Which ages thought of happy times,
To plant us in a weeping waste,
Rings with our fellows this one heart
Accordant chimes.
When I had shed my glad year's leaf,
I did believe I stood alone,
Till that great company of Grief
Taught me to know this craving heart
For not my own.
| Scheme | ABACB DEDCE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Etheree (20%) |
| Metre | 11010111 11011101 11100101 111010111 11 11111111 11011101 11110011 11111101 1111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 307 |
| Words | 62 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 5, 5 |
| Lines Amount | 10 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 121 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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