Analysis of On A Circle
Jonathan Swift 1667 (Dublin) – 1745 (Ireland)
I'm up and down, and round about,
Yet all the world can't find me out;
Though hundreds have employ'd their leisure,
They never yet could find my measure.
I'm found almost in every garden,
Nay, in the compass of a farthing.
There's neither chariot, coach, nor mill,
Can move an inch except I will.
| Scheme | AABBCDEE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11010101 11011111 110101110 110111110 111010010 100101010 110100111 11110111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 297 |
| Words | 56 |
| Sentences | 4 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 226 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 54 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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