Analysis of The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner
William Butler Yeats 1865 (Sandymount) – 1939 (Menton)
ALTHOUGH I shelter from the rain
Under a broken tree,
My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
That talked of love or politics,
Ere Time transfigured me.
Though lads are making pikes again
For some conspiracy,
And crazy rascals rage their fill
At human tyranny,
My contemplations are of Time
That has transfigured me.
There's not a woman turns her face
Upon a broken tree,
And yet the beauties that I loved
Are in my memory;
I spit into the face of Time
That has transfigured me.
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Metre | 1110101 100101 111101010 0100100 1111110 1111 11110101 110100 01010111 110100 11111 1111 11010101 010101 01010111 101100 11010111 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 479 |
Words | 92 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 18 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 389 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 90 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 28, 2023
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