Analysis of A Convent Wothout God
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
A prison is a convent without God.
Poverty, Chastity, Obedience
Its precepts are. In this austere abode
None gather wealth of pleasure or of pence.
Woman's light wit, the heart's concupiscence
Are banished here. At the least warder's nod
Thy neck shall bend in mute subservience.
Nor yet for virtue--rather for the rod.
Here a base turnkey novice--master is,
Teaching humility. The matin bell
Calls thee to toil, but little comforteth.
None heed thy prayers or give the kiss of peace.
Nathless, my soul, be valiant. Even in Hell
Wisdom shall preach to thee of life and death.
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Metre | 0101010011 1001000100 111010101 1101110111 1011011 110110111 1111010100 1111010101 101110101 100100011 11111101 1111110111 1111101001 1011111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 570 |
Words | 100 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 227 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 49 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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