Analysis of Ps: 113
Thomas Parnell 1679 (Dublin) – 1718
Ye who ye Ld of host adore
O praise his name alone
O send his praises to ye skyes
Untill they reach his throne
his throne who's ever ever blest
Whose great whose holy name
still great still holy will endure
Who ever is ye same
Morning & night letts praise yt god
Who gave us morn & night.
Above all thinges yt are he is
Above ye heav'ns his might
tell of his mercy humbleness
yt tho so high he be
yet he will stoop to mind such poor
such wretched things as we
Tell of his Justice too yt from
A mean & lowly state
ye poor & innocent he does
among ev'n princes sett
Those who with barreness were curst
he blesses wth increase,
That happy thus in all they wish
They might his goodness praise.
Scheme | ABCBDEFEGHCHCIJIKLCDDCMC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111101 111101 11110111 11111 11110101 111101 11110101 110111 1011111 11111 01111111 011111 111101 111111 11111111 110111 11110111 01101 1110011 0111101 111101 110101 11010111 111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 674 |
Words | 141 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 24 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 541 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 139 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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