Analysis of To Zoë
Walter Savage Landor 1775 (Warwick) – 1864
Against the groaning mast I stand,
The Atlantic surges swell,
To bear me from my native land
And Zoë's wild farewell.
From billow upon billow hurl'd
I can yet hear her say,
`And is there nothing in the world
Worth one short hour's delay?'
`Alas, my Zoë! were it thus,
I should not sail alone,
Nor seas nor fates had parted us,
But are you all my own?'
Thus were it, never would burst forth
My sighs, Heaven knows how true!
But, though to me of little worth,
The world is much to you.
`Yes,' you shall say, when once the dream
(So hard to break!) is o'er,
`My love was very dear to him,
My fame and peace were more.'
Scheme | ABAB CDCD EFEF XGXG XXXX |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (80%) Etheree (35%) |
Metre | 01010111 0010101 11111101 01111 11001101 111101 01110001 1111001 0111011 111101 11111101 111111 10110111 1110111 11111101 011111 11111101 1111110 11110111 110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 625 |
Words | 128 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 92 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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