Analysis of Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
William Shakespeare 1564 (Stratford-upon-Avon) – 1616 (Stratford-upon-Avon)
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expirèd.
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see;
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel, hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
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Metre | 1011111111 0111111011 1101010011 1111110111 1111111101 0101010011 011101101 1011010111 111101001 10111111 1101010101 111100111 1111111111 110111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 592 |
Words | 113 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 454 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 111 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 19, 2023
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