Analysis of The Finer Spirit.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
'Tis when the wits I have are gone
The finer powers appear;
The spirit of phantasy leads me on,
And gives my heart her cheer.
The all-licensed fool the mad king had
Was but the light of Lear,
His soul's familiar, motley clad,
That told him no lies here.
| Scheme | ABCBDBDE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11011111 0101001 01011111 011101 011010111 110111 11010101 111111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 254 |
| Words | 51 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 195 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 49 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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