Analysis of The Park
Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803 (Boston) – 1882 (Concord)
The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.
I cannot shake off the god;
On my neck he makes his seat;
I look at my face in the glass,
My eyes his eye-balls meet.
Enchanters! enchantresses!
Your gold makes you seem wise:
The morning mist within your grounds
More proudly rolls, more softly lies.
Yet spake yon purple mountain,
Yet said yon ancient wood,
That night or day, that love or crime
Lead all souls to the Good.
Scheme | ABAB XCDC DEXE XFXF |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 01000100 111111 01110100 11110 1101101 1111111 11111001 111111 0101 111111 01010111 11011101 1111010 111101 11111111 111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 480 |
Words | 91 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 96 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 22 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 15, 2023
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