Analysis of His Masterpiece
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant 1864 (Bridgwater, Somerset) – 1902 (Pretoria)
Never before was daughter of Eve endow'd with a face so fair,
There be none of God's holy angels with a beauty half so rare
As thine, nor dreamer has ever dreamed the loveliness you wear.
There's a gleam in your golden tress, Lieb! a light in your melting eye!
There is witchery in your smile, Lieb! and a magic in your sigh
That may lure the strong ones to your shrine to worship and - to die.
And I - when you whispered softly, Lleb - perchance would have worshipped, too,
Had bowed to the spell of your beauty-an' it were not that I knew
The Devil had wrought his masterpiece what time he fashioned you.
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| Metre | 1001110110110111 1111110101010111 1111011010111 1010110110101101 11101110010011 111011111110011 0111101010111101 1110111101101111 01011110111101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
| Characters | 606 |
| Words | 119 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 9 |
| Lines Amount | 9 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 52 |
| Words per line (avg) | 13 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 469 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 117 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 27, 2023
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