Analysis of Sonnet LVII: Like As the Lute
Samuel Daniel 1562 (Taunton) – 1619
Like as the lute that joys or else dislikes
As in his art that plays upon the same,
So sounds my Muse according as she strikes
On my heart strings high tun'd unto her fame.
Her touch doth cause the warble of the sound
Which here I yield in lamentable wise,
A wailing descant on the sweetest ground,
Whose due reports give honor to her eyes.
Else harsh my style, untunable my Muse,
Hoarse sounds the voice that praiseth not her name;
If any pleasing relish here I use,
Then judge the world her beauty gives the same.
O happy ground that makes the music such,
And blessed hand that gives so sweet a touch.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111101 1011110101 1111010111 1111111001 0111010101 1111001001 010110101 1101110101 1111111 110111101 1101010111 1101010101 1101110101 011111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 611 |
Words | 117 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 476 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 115 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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