Analysis of Death
Death is a road our dearest friends have gone;
Why with such leaders, fear to say, "Lead on?"
Its gate repels, lest it too soon be tried,
But turns in balm on the immortal side.
Mothers have passed it: fathers, children; men
Whose like we look not to behold again;
Women that smiled away their loving breath;
Soft is the travelling on the road to death!
But guilt has passed it? men not fit to die?
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
Human we're all -- all men, all born of mothers;
All our own selves in the worn-out shape of others;
Our used, and oh, be sure, not to be ill-used brothers!
Scheme | ABCCDDEEFFGGG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011010111 1111011111 1101111111 1101100101 1011110101 1111110101 1011011101 11010010111 1111111111 1111111111 10111111110 1101100111110 10101111111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 593 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 13 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 447 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 118 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 20, 2023
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