Analysis of Joy that's half too keen, and true
Augusta Davies Webster 1837 (Poole, Dorset) – 1894
Joy that's half too keen, and true,
Makes us tears.
Oh! the sweetness of the tears!
If such joy at hand appears,
Snatch it, give thine all for it;
Joy that is so exquisite,
Lost, comes not new.
One blossom for a hundred years.
Grief that's fond and dies not soon
Makes delight.
Oh! the pain of the delight!
If thy grief be love's aright,
Tend it close and let it grow:
Grief so tender not to know
Loses Love's boon.
Sweet Philomel sings all the night.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111101 111 1010101 1111101 1111111 1111100 1111 11010101 1110111 101 1011001 111111 1110111 1110111 1011 111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 444 |
Words | 89 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 171 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 44 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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