Analysis of Hap
Thomas Hardy 1840 (Stinsford) – 1928 (Dorchester, Dorset)
IF but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"
Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased, too, that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.
But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
--Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan....
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.
Scheme | ABAB CCCX DEDEDD |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111011111 11010111001 1111011100 1111111100 111101101 1101111 11110111 1101010111 1111011111 011011101 11000010101 010111101 111111001 101110011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 679 |
Words | 113 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 156 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 37 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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