Analysis of Dies Irae.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
The last great Day it may be near,
Or Man may pass ere it comes here.
There may be nothing but weeds and flowers
Over the Earth in her dying hours;
Men, beasts and birds may all be gone
Ere the world's disaster shall come on;
Or there may be neither grass nor trees,
But stony wastes round the ashen seas —
No life to take when the days are dead,
And God is doing the thing He said;
Nothing but Desolation's wing
Like a sunless mist o'er everything!
And all the millions long, long gone,
To ashes turned in Oblivion;
And the last great Day shall but consume
The bones of a world in its fiery tomb,
As God puts by for ever and aye
The thought of the sorrow that's passed away!
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01111111 11111111 1111011010 1001001010 11011111 101010111 111110111 110110101 111110111 011100111 10111 10111010 01010111 110100100 001111101 01101011001 111111001 0110101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 668 |
Words | 136 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 18 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 523 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 134 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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