Analysis of The Old, Old Song
Charles Kingsley 1819 – 1875
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen—
Then hey for boot and horse lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down—
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and manned among;
God grant you find one face there
You loved when all was young.
Scheme | ABABACAC ADADEFEF |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111 010111 01001011 0100101 1111011 010101 1111111 0100111 1101111 010111 0101111 010111 1101111 010101 1111111 111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 487 |
Words | 101 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 186 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 50 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 31, 2023
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