Analysis of Poem 95
Edmund Spenser 1552 (London) – 1599 (London)
VNto his mother straight he weeping came,
and of his griefe complayned:
Who could not chose but laugh at his fond game,
though sad to see him pained.
Think now (quod she) my sonne how great the smart
of those whom thou dost wound:
Full many thou hast pricked to the hart,
that pitty neuer found:
Therefore henceforth some pitty take,
when thou doest spoyle of louers make.
Scheme | ABABBBBBCC |
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Poetic Form | Etheree (40%) Tetractys (30%) |
Metre | 111011101 01111 1111111111 111111 1111111101 111111 110111101 11101 111111 1111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 371 |
Words | 70 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 10 |
Lines Amount | 10 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 294 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 68 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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