Analysis of Sunday up the River
James Thomson 1700 (Port Glasgow) – 1748 (London)
MY love o'er the water bends dreaming;
It glideth and glideth away:
She sees there her own beauty, gleaming
Through shadow and ripple and spray.
O tell her, thou murmuring river,
As past her your light wavelets roll,
How steadfast that image for ever
Shines pure in pure depths of my soul.
| Scheme | ABAB CDCD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Traditional rhyme Quatrain |
| Metre | 1110010110 110101 111011010 1101001 110110010 1101111 11110110 11011111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 309 |
| Words | 54 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 115 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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