This is an analysis of the poem Lines In A Letter To His Lady Cousin, Honor Driden, Who Had Given Him A Silver Inkstand, With A Set Of Writing Materials, 1655 that begins with:
For since 'twas mine, the white hath lost its hue,
To show 'twas ne'er it self but whilst in you,... full text
Elements of the verse: questions and answers
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- Rhyme scheme: aaXXXXbb
- Stanza lengths (in strings): 8,
- Closest metre: iambic pentameter
- Сlosest rhyme: no rhyme
- Сlosest stanza type: tercets
- Guessed form: blank verse
- Metre: 1111011101 0111011101 0101110101 1001110100 1101111110 1101010100 1111110101 1111110111
- Amount of stanzas: 1
- Average number of symbols per stanza: 350
- Average number of words per stanza: 71
- Amount of lines: 8
- Average number of symbols per line: 43 (strings are more long than medium ones)
- Average number of words per line: 9
Mood of the speaker:
The punctuation marks are various. Neither mark predominates.
The author used lexical repetitions to emphasize a significant image; hath, it, you are repeated.
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