Analysis of Sonnet II. On A Discovery Made Too Late
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1772 (Ottery St Mary) – 1834 (Highgate)
Thou bleedest, my poor heart! and thy distress
Reas'ning I ponder with a scornful smile
And probe thy sore wound sternly, tho' the while
Swollen be mine eye and dim with heaviness.
Why didst thou listen to Hope's whisper bland?
Or list'ning, why forget the healing tale,
When Jealousy with fev'rish fancies pale
Jarred thy fine fibres with a maniac's hand?
Faint was that Hope, and rayless!--Yet 'twas fair,
And soothed with many a dream the hour of rest:
Thou shouldst have loved it most, when most opprest,
And nursed it with an agony of care,
Even as a Mother her sweet infant heir,
That wan and sickly droops upon her breast!
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Metre | 111110101 1111010101 0111110101 101110111 1111011101 1111010101 110011101 11111011 111101111 011100101011 111111111 0111110011 10101001101 1101010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 624 |
Words | 115 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 492 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 112 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 20, 2023
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