Analysis of A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
Care killed a cat, and I have cares at home,
Which vex me nightly and disturb my bed.
The things I love have all grown wearisome;
The things that loved me are estranged or dead.
I have a house most fair, but tenanted
With shadows only, gardens of tall trees,
Fenced in and made secure from every dread
But this one terror, my soul's lack of ease.
I have much wealth of pleasure, horse and hound,
Woods broad for sport, and fields that are my own,
With neighbours of good cheer to greet me round,
And servants tried by whom my will is done.
Here all things live at peace in this dear place,
All but my pride, which goes companionless.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101011111 1111000111 0111111100 0111110111 11011111 111010111 10010111001 1111011111 1111110101 1111011111 111111111 0101111111 1111110111 1111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 628 |
Words | 123 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 493 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 121 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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