Analysis of A La Bourbon. Done Moy Plus De Pitie Ou Plus De Creaulte, Car Sans Ci Ie Ne Puis Pas Viure, Ne Morir
Richard Lovelace 1618 – 1657
I.
Divine Destroyer, pitty me no more,
Or else more pitty me;
Give me more love, ah, quickly give me more,
Or else more cruelty!
For left thus as I am,
My heart is ice and flame;
And languishing thus, I
Can neither live nor dye!
II.
Your glories are eclipst, and hidden in the grave
Of this indifferency;
And, Caelia, you can neither altars have,
Nor I, a Diety:
They are aspects divine,
That still or smile, or shine,
Or, like th' offended sky,
Frowne death immediately.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1 010101111 11111 1111110111 11110 111111 111101 010011 110111 1 11011010001 111 011110101 1101 11101 111111 11110101 1101000 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 537 |
Words | 90 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 9 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 179 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 44 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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