Analysis of [Month of] October
Hilaire Belloc 1870 (La Celle-Saint-Cloud) – 1953
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face
Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
Invades our very noon: the year's grown old,
Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace.
The vines below have lost their purple grace,
And in Forreze the white wrack backward rolled,
Hangs to the hills tempestuous, fold on fold,
And moaning gusts make desolate all the place.
Mine host the month, at thy good hostelry,
Tired limbs I'll stretch and steaming beast I'll tether;
Pile on great logs with Gascon hand and free,
And pour the Gascon stuff that laughs at weather;
Swell your tough lungs, north wind, no whit care we,
Singing old songs and drinking wine together.
Scheme | ABBAABBA CCCCXC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111110101 110101101 01101010111 1011010101 0101111101 001011101 1101100111 01011100101 11011111 101110101110 1111110101 01010111110 1111111111 10110101010 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 660 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 38 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 263 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 58 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 21, 2023
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