Analysis of Ladies In Arms
Sir William Davenant 1606 (Oxford) – 1668 (London)
LET us live, live! for, being dead,
The pretty spots,
Ribbons and knots,
And the fine French dress for the head,
No lady wears upon her
In the cold, cold bed of honour.
Beat down our grottos, and hew down our bowers,
Dig up our arbours, and root up our flowers;
Our gardens are bulwarks and bastions become;
Then hang up our lute, we must sing to the drum.
Our patches and our curls,
So exact in each station,
Our powders and our purls,
Are now out of fashion.
Hence with our needles, and give us your spades;
We, that were ladies, grow coarse as our maids.
Our coaches have driven us to balls at the court,
We now must drive barrows to earth up the fort.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111101 0101 1001 00111101 1101010 0011111 111010111010 111010111010 10101101001 111101111101 10100101 1010110 10100101 111110 11101001111 11010111101 1010110111101 11111011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 664 |
Words | 129 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 8 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 251 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 64 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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