Analysis of Revolution
Lesbia Harford 1891 (Brighton) – 1927 (Australia)
She is not of the fireside,
My lovely love;
Nor books, nor even a cradle,
She bends above.
No, she is bent with lashes,
Her flesh is torn.
From blackness into blackness
She walks forlorn.
But factories and prisons
Are far more fair
Than home or palace gardens
If she is there.
| Scheme | ABCBDEFEGHGH |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111010 1101 11110010 1101 1111110 0111 1100110 1101 1100010 1111 1111010 1111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 284 |
| Words | 54 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 12 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 18 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 215 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 52 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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