Analysis of Conqueror
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
Though I defy the howling horde
As bloody-browed I smite,
Back to the wall with shattered sword
When darkly dooms the night;
Though hoarse they cheer as I go down
Before their bitter odds,
'Tis I who win the victor's crown,
The guerdon of the gods.
For all who fall in fearless fight
Alight a deathless flame,
That glorifies the godless night
And fills the foe with shame.
'Tis they who triumph heaven-high,
And so in hell's despite,
Be mine the dauntless will to die
In battle for the right.
The rant and cant of futile folk
Break brittle in my ears;
Let me cast off the cursed yoke
And fall upon the spears.
Aye, though they mock my broken blade,
And stamp and spit on me,
Mine is the Shining Accolade,
The Star of Victory.
Scheme | AAABCDCD BEBEFBFB GHGHIJIJ |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11010101 110111 11011101 110101 11111111 011101 11110101 01101 11110101 01011 1100101 010111 11110101 010101 1101111 010101 01011101 110011 1111011 010101 11111101 010111 1101010 011100 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 712 |
Words | 138 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 189 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 45 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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