Analysis of Lines
John Keats 1795 (Moorgate) – 1821 (Rome)
UNFELT unheard, unseen,
I've left my little queen,
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch,
Who---who could tell how much
There is for madness---cruel, or complying?
Those faery lids how sleek!
Those lips how moist!---they speak,
In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds:
Into my fancy's ear
Melting a burden dear,
How "Love doth know no fulness, nor no bounds."
True!---tender monitors!
I bend unto your laws:
This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
So, without more ado,
I'll feel my heaven anew,
For all the blushing of the hasty morn.
Scheme | AABCCB DDEXXE XXFGGF |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10101 111101 01010101010 111101 111111 11110101010 11111 111111 01101111 01111 100101 111111111 110100 111011 1101110011 101101 1111001 1101010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 639 |
Words | 101 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 146 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 32 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 30, 2023
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