Analysis of La Corona
John Donne 1572 (London) – 1631 (London)
Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise,
Weaved in my lone devout melancholy,
Thou which of good hast, yea, art treasury,
All changing unchanged Ancient of days.
But do not with a vile crown of frail bays
Reward my Muse's white sincerity ;
But what Thy thorny crown gain'd, that give me,
A crown of glory, which doth flower always.
The ends crown our works, but Thou crown'st our ends,
For at our ends begins our endless rest.
The first last end, now zealously possess'd,
With a strong sober thirst my soul attends.
'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high ;
Salvation to all that will is nigh.
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Metre | 1111111101 101101100 1111111100 110011011 1111011111 011110100 1111011111 0111011101 0111011111101 111010110101 0111110001 1011011101 1111011101 010111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 617 |
Words | 113 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 473 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 113 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 01, 2023
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