Analysis of The Poets
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807 (Portland) – 1882 (Cambridge)
O ye dead Poets, who are living still
Immortal in your verse, though life be fled,
And ye, O living Poets, who are dead
Though ye are living, if neglect can kill,
Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill,
With drops of anguish falling fast and red
From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head
Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?
Yes; for the gift and ministry of Song
Have something in them so divinely sweet,
It can assuage the bitterness of wrong;
Not in the clamour of the crowded street,
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111011101 0100111111 0111010111 1111010111 11100101011 1111010101 1011110111 1011110101 1101010011 1100110101 1101010011 100110101 1001010101 10001110001 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 578 |
Words | 114 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 456 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 112 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 29, 2023
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