Analysis of The Fickle Breeze
William Schwenck Gilbert 1836 – 1911
Sighing softly to the river
Comes the loving breeze,
Setting nature all a-quiver,
Rustling through the trees!
And the brook in rippling measure
Laughs for very love,
While the poplars, in their pleasure,
Wave their arms above!
River, river, little river,
May thy loving prosper ever.
Heaven speed thee, poplar tree,
May thy wooing happy be!
Yet, the breeze is but a rover,
When he wings away,
Brook and poplar mourn a lover!
Sighing well-a-day!
Ah, the doing and undoing
That the rogue could tell!
When the breeze is out a-wooing,
Who can woo so well?
Pretty brook, thy dream is over,
For thy love is but a rover!
Sad the lot of poplar trees,
Courted by the fickle breeze!
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10101010 10101 10101010 10101 001010010 11101 1010110 11101 10101010 11101010 1011101 1110101 10111010 11101 10101010 10101 10100010 10111 10111010 11111 10111110 11111010 1011101 1010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 657 |
Words | 122 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 12, 12 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 261 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 60 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 16, 2023
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