Analysis of Song
Robert Browning 1812 (Camberwell) – 1889 (Venice)
Nay but you, who do not love her,
Is she not pure gold, my mistress?
Holds earth aught---speak truth---above her?
Aught like this tress, see, and this tress,
And this last fairest tress of all,
So fair, see, ere I let it fall?
Because, you spend your lives in praising;
To praise, you search the wide world over:
Then why not witness, calmly gazing,
If earth holds aught---speak truth---above her?
Above this tress, and this, I touch
But cannot praise, I love so much!
Scheme | AXAXBB CACADD |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111110 11111110 11111010 11111011 01110111 11111111 011111010 111101110 111101010 111111010 01110111 11011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 483 |
Words | 88 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 175 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 42 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 24, 2023
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