Analysis of Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow
John Donne 1572 (London) – 1631 (London)
At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,
All whom the flood did, and fire shall, overthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,
For, if above all these my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground
Teach me how to repent; for that's as good
As if Thou'dst sealed my pardon, with Thy blood.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011010101 1101000101 11111 1101110101 11011010110 111111100 0111110111 1011010111 1111101101 1101111101 1111010111 1111111101 1111011111 1111110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 620 |
Words | 114 |
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) | 112 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 28, 2023
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