Analysis of Lines:
Henry Timrod 1828 (Charleston) – 1867 (Columbia)
I saw, or dreamed I saw, her sitting lone,
Her neck bent like a swan's, her brown eyes thrown
On some sweet poem -- his, I think, who sings
|Oenone, or the hapless Maud: no rings
Flashed from the dainty fingers, which held back
Her beautiful blonde hair. Ah! would these black
Locks of mine own were mingling with it now,
And these warm lips were pressed against her brow!
And, as she turned a page, methought I heard --
Hush! could it be? -- a faintly murmured word,
It was so softly dwelt on -- such a smile
Played on her brow and wreathed her lip the while
That my heart leaped to hear it, and a flame
Burned on my forehead -- Sa'ra! -- 't was my name.
Scheme | AABBCCDDEEFFGG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111110101 0111010111 1111011111 11010111 1101010111 0100111111 11110100111 0111010101 011101111 1111010101 1111011101 1101010101 1111111001 11110111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 650 |
Words | 132 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 489 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 130 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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