Analysis of Cardiac
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
A mattock high he swung;
I watched him at his toil;
With never gulp of lung
He gashed the ruddy soil.
Thought I, I'd give my wealth
To have his health.
With fortune I would part,
And privilege resign,
Could I but have his heart,
And he have mine . . .
Then suddenly I knew
My wish was true.
Like him I swung: with awe
He marked my steady breath.
Then suddenly I saw
That he was sick to death.
My heart in him was frail
And seemed to fail.
Said I: 'Take back your heart
And I will bear with mine.
Poor lad! All wealth apart
'Tis murder I design,
Not all a Nabob's wealth
Is worth your health.'
Scheme | ABABCC DEDEFF XGXGHH DEDECC |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01111 111111 110111 110101 111111 1111 110111 01001 111111 0111 110011 1111 111111 111101 110011 111111 110111 0111 111111 011111 111101 110101 11011 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 637 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 13 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 112 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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