Analysis of Lines On The Portrait Of A Celebrated Publisher

John Greenleaf Whittier 1807 (Haverhill) – 1892 (Hampton Falls)



A MOONY breadth of virgin face,
By thought unviolated;
A patient mouth, to take from scorn
The hook with bank-notes baited!
Its self-complacent sleekness shows
How thrift goes with the fawner;
An unctuous unconcern of all
Which nice folks call dishonor!
A pleasant print to peddle out
In lands of rice and cotton;
The model of that face in dough
Would make the artist's fortune.
For Fame to thee has come unsought,
While others vainly woo her,
In proof how mean a thing can make
A great man of its doer.
To whom shall men thyself compare,
Since common models fail 'em,
Save classic goose of ancient Rome,
Or sacred ass of Balaam?
The gabble of that wakeful goose
Saved Rome from sack of Brennus;
The braying of the prophet's ass
Betrayed the angel's menace!
So when Guy Fawkes, in petticoats,
And azure-tinted hose on,
Was twisting from thy love-lorn sheets
The slow-match of explosion —
An earthquake blast that would have tossed
The Union as a feather,
Thy instinct saved a perilled land
And perilled purse together.
Just think of Carolina's sage
Sent whirling like a Dervis,
Of Quattlebum in middle air
Performing strange drill-service!
Doomed like Assyria's lord of old,
Who fell before the Jewess,
Or sad Abimelech, to sigh,
'Alas! a woman slew us!'
Thou saw'st beneath a fair disguise
The danger darkly lurking,
And maiden bodice dreaded more
Than warrior's steel-wrought jerkin.
How keen to scent the hidden plot!
How prompt wert thou to balk it,
With patriot zeal and pedler thrift,
For country and for pocket!
Thy likeness here is doubtless well,
But higher honor's due it;
On auction-block and negro-jail
Admiring eyes should view it.
Or, hung aloft, it well might grace
The nation's senate-chamber —
A greedy Northern bottle-fly
Preserved in Slavery's amber!


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Poetic Form
Metre 0111101 111 01011111 0111110 1101011 111101 1100111 1111010 01011101 0111010 01011101 1101010 1111111 1101010 01110111 011111 1111101 1101011 11011101 110111 011111 111111 011011 010110 1111010 0101011 11011111 0111010 1111111 0101010 1101011 011010 1110101 110101 110101 0101110 111111 1101010 11111 0101011 111010101 0101010 01010101 11111 11110101 1111111 11001011 1100110 11011101 1101011 11010101 0101111 11011111 0101010 01010101 010110
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,726
Words 303
Sentences 16
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 56
Lines Amount 56
Letters per line (avg) 25
Words per line (avg) 5
Letters per stanza (avg) 1,402
Words per stanza (avg) 300
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier was an influential American Quaker poet and ardent advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. more…

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