Analysis of After London
London Bridge is broken down;
Green is the grass on Ludgate Hill;
I know a farmer in Camden Town
Killed a brock by Pentonville.
I have heard my grandam tell
How some thousand years ago
Houses stretched from Camberwell
Right to Highbury and Bow.
Down by Shadwell's golden meads
Tall ships' masts would stand as thick
As the pretty tufted reeds
That the Wapping children pick.
All the kings from end to end
Of all the world paid tribute then,
And meekly on their knees would bend
To the King of the Englishmen.
Thinks I while I dig my plot,
What if your grandam's tales be true?
Thinks I, be they true or not,
What's the odds to a fool like you?
Thinks I, while I smoke my pipe
Here beside the tumbling Fleet,
Apples drop when they are ripe,
And when they drop are they most sweet.
Scheme | ABAB XXBX CDCD EXEX FGFG HIHI |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (67%) |
Metre | 1011101 1101111 110100101 10111 111111 1110101 10111 11101 111101 1111111 1010101 1010101 1011111 11011101 01011111 1011010 1111111 1111111 1111111 10110111 1111111 10101001 1011111 01111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 771 |
Words | 153 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 102 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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