Analysis of Condemned
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
From Caiphas to Pilate I was sent,
Who judged with unwashed hands a crime to me.
Next came the sentence, and the soldiery
Claimed me their prey. Without, the people rent
With weeping voices the loud firmament.
And through the night from town to town passed we
Mid shouts and drums and stones hurled heavily
By angry crowds on love and murder bent.
And last the gaol.--What stillness in these doors!
The silent turnkeys their last bolts have shot,
And their steps die in the long corridors.
I am alone. My tears run fast and hot.
Dear Lord, for Thy grief's sake I kiss these floors
Kneeling; then turn to sleep, dreams trouble not.
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Metre | 1111111 1110110111 11010001 1111010101 11010011 0101111111 1101011100 1101110101 0101110011 010111111 0111001100 1101111101 1111111111 1011111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 625 |
Words | 117 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 249 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 57 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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