Analysis of Sonnet XIII: Bring, Brick to Deck My Brow
Mary Darby Robinson 1757 (England) – 1800 (England)
Bring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls,
A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair
The costly band of studded gems prepare,
Of sparkling crysolite or orient pearls:
Love, o'er my head his canopy unfurls,
His purple pinions fan the whisp'ring air;
Mocking the golden sandal, rich and rare,
Beneath my feet the fragrant woodbine curls.
Bring the thin robe, to fold about my breast,
White as the downy swan; while round my waist
Let leaves of glossy myrtle bind the vest,
Not idly gay, but elegantly chaste!
Love scorns the nymph in wanton trappings drest;
And charms the most concealed, are doubly grac'd.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111111101 01001111101 0101110101 11011101 1101111001 11011011 1001010101 011101011 1011110111 1101011111 1111010101 1101110001 1101010101 0101011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 605 |
Words | 108 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 479 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 106 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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