Analysis of Weep no more
WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone:
Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;
Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see.
Joys as winged dreams fly fast,
Why should sadness longer last?
Grief is but a wound to woe;
Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.
| Scheme | ABCDEEFFGG |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Etheree (40%) Tetractys (20%) |
| Metre | 1111111 10111111 10010101 1111101 1111100 1111101 111111 1110101 1110111 10011111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 339 |
| Words | 62 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 10 |
| Lines Amount | 10 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 254 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 60 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 02, 2023
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