Analysis of Sonnet VIII: There's Nothing Grieves Me
Michael Drayton 1563 (Hartshill) – 1631 (London)
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste,
That in my days I may not see thee old,
That where those two clear sparkling eyes are plac'd
Only two loop-holes then I might behold;
That lovely, arched, ivory, polish'd brow
Defac'd with wrinkles that I might but see;
Thy dainty hair, so curl'd and crisped now,
Like grizzled moss upon some aged tree;
Thy cheek, now flush with roses, sunk and lean;
Thy lips with age as any wafer thin;
Thy pearly teeth out of thy head so clean
That, when thou feed'st, thy nose shall touch thy chin.
These lines that now thou scorn'st, which should delight thee,
Then would I make thee read but to despite thee.
Scheme | ABABCDCDEFEFDD |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111111 1011111111 1111110111 1011111101 1101100101 0111011111 110111011 110101111 1111110101 1111110101 1101111111 11111111111 111111111011 11111111011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 661 |
Words | 122 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 505 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 120 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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