Analysis of Sonnet to My Wife
Thomas Hood 1799 (London) – 1845 (London)
The curse of Adam, the old curse of all,
Though I inherit in this feverish life
Of worldly toil, vain wishes, and hard strife,
And fruitless thought, in Care's eternal thrall,
Yet more sweet honey than of bitter gall
I taste, through thee, my Eve, my sweet wife.
Then what was Man's lost Paradise!—how rife
Of bliss, since love is with him in his fall!
Such as our own pure passion still might frame,
Of this fair earth, and its delightful bow'rs,
If no fell sorrow, like the serpent, came
To trail its venom o'er the sweetest flow'rs;—
But oh! as many and such tears are ours,
As only should be shed for guilt and shame!
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Metre | 0111001111 11010011001 1101110011 0101010101 1111011101 111111111 111111011 1111111011 11101110111 1111010101 1111010101 11110100101 11110011110 1101111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 633 |
Words | 120 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 476 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 116 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 06, 2023
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