Analysis of To The Master Of The _Meteor_
Herman Melville 1819 – 1891
Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep,
Sailor! who dost thy vigil keep--
Off the Cape of Storms dost musing sweep
Over monstrous waves that curl and comb;
Of thee we think when here from brink
We blow the mead in bubbling foam.
Of thee we think, in a ring we link;
To the shearer of ocean's fleece we drink,
And the _Meteor_ rolling home.
Scheme | AAABCB CCB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101111 10111101 101111101 101011101 11111111 110101001 111100111 1010110111 001101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 335 |
Words | 65 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 3 |
Lines Amount | 9 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 131 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 32 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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