Analysis of Cupid Turned Ploughman. - From Moschus
Matthew Prior 1664 – 1721
His lamp, his bow, and quiver laid aside,
A rustic wallet o'er his shoulders tied,
Sly Cupid, always on new mischief bent,
To the rich field and furrow'd tillage went;
Like any ploughman toil'd the little god,
His tune he whistled, and his wheat he sow'd;
Then sat and laugh'd, and to the skies above
Raising his eye, he thus insulted Jove:
Lay by your hail, your hurtful storms restrain,
And as I bid you let it shine or rain,
Else you again beneath my yoke shall bow,
Feel the sharp goad, and draw the servile plough;
What once Europa was Nannette is now.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111010101 01010101101 110111101 101101011 110110101 1111001111 1101010101 1011110101 1111110101 0111111111 1101011111 1011010101 110101111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 553 |
Words | 106 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 13 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 429 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 104 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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