Analysis of A Song
Richard Crashaw 1612 (London) – 1649 (Loreto, Marche)
Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace
Sends up my soul to seek thy face.
Thy blessed eyes breed such desire,
I dy in love’s delicious Fire.
O love, I am thy Sacrifice.
Be still triumphant, blessed eyes.
Still shine on me, fair suns! that I
Still may behold, though still I dy.
Though still I dy, I live again;
Still longing so to be still slain,
So gainfull is such losse of breath.
I dy even in desire of death.
Still live in me this loving strife
Of living Death and dying Life.
For while thou sweetly slayest me
Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011111 11111111 11111010 110101010 1111110 1101011 11111111 11011111 11111101 11011111 1111111 1110001011 11011101 11010101 1111011 11111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 604 |
Words | 111 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 211 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 55 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 01, 2023
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