Analysis of Modern Love XLVIII: Their Sense
George Meredith 1828 (Portsmouth, Hampshire) – 1909 (Box Hill, Surrey)
Their sense is with their senses all mixed in,
Destroyed by subleties these women are!
More brain, O Lord, more brain! or we shall mar
Utterly this fair garden we might win.
Behold! I looked for peace, and thought it near.
Our inmost hearts had opened, each to each.
We drank the pure daylight of honest speech.
Alas I that was the fatal draught, I fear.
For when of my lost Lady came the word,
This woman, O this agony of flesh!
Jealous devotion bade her break the mesh,
That I might seek that other like a bird.
I do adore the nobleness! despise
The act! She has gone forth, I know not where.
Will the hard world my sentience of her share?
I feel the truth; so let the world surmise.
Scheme | ABBACDDCEFFEGHHG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111110110 01111101 1111111111 1001110111 0111110111 1011110111 110111101 01111010111 1111110101 1101110011 1001010101 1111110101 11010101 0111111111 101111101 1101110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 693 |
Words | 134 |
Sentences | 16 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 528 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 132 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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