Analysis of Poet's Mood
Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly!
There's nought in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see it,
But only melancholy;
Oh, sweetest melancholy!
Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes,
A sigh that piercing mortifies,
A look that's fastened to the ground,
A tongue chained up, without a sound!
Fountain-head and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed, save bats and owls!
A midnight bell, a parting groan!
These are the sounds we feed upon;
Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley:
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Scheme | AABCDBBEAFFGHAIJKBB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111101 111101 0111110 110111 1101111 110100 110100 10101011 011101 01110101 01110101 101011 1011101 111101 11011101 0110101 11011101 111010011010 101101110100 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 642 |
Words | 113 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 19 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 511 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 111 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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