Analysis of My Books
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807 (Portland) – 1882 (Cambridge)
Sadly as some old mediaeval knight
Gazed at the arms he could no longer wield,
The sword two-handed and the shining shield
Suspended in the hall, and full in sight,
While secret longings for the lost delight
Of tourney or adventure in the field
Came over him, and tears but half concealed
Trembled and fell upon his beard of white,
So I behold these books upon their shelf,
My ornaments and arms of other days;
Not wholly useless, though no longer used,
For they remind me of my other self,
Younger and stronger, and the pleasant ways
In which I walked, now clouded and confused.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011111 1101111101 0111000101 0100010101 1101010101 1101010001 1101011101 1001011111 1101110111 1100011101 1101011101 1101111101 1001000101 0111110001 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 574 |
Words | 107 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 461 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 105 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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