Analysis of Death
Thomas Hood 1799 (London) – 1845 (London)
It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
That sometime these bright stars, that now reply
In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night;
That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite,
And all life's ruddy springs forget to flow;
That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite
Be lapped in alien clay and laid below;
It is not death to know this,--but to know
That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves
In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go
So duly and so oft,--and when grass waves
Over the past-away, there may be then
No resurrection in the minds of men.
Scheme | ABABBCBCCDCDEE |
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Poetic Form | Spenserian sonnet |
Metre | 111111001 11001111101 111111101 011011101 1111011101 0111010111 1111000101 11010010101 1111111111 1101110111 0101001111 1100110111 1001011111 101000111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 629 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 489 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 112 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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