Analysis of A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVIII
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
Therefore do thou at least arise and warn,
Not folded in thy mantle, a blind seer,
But naked in thy anger, and new--born,
As in the hour when thy voice sounded clear
To the world's slaves, and tyrants quaked for fear.
Thou hadst a message then, a word of scorn,
First for thyself, thy own crimes' challenger,
And next for those who withered in thy dawn.
An hundred years have passed since that fair day,
And still the world cries loud, in its desire,
That right is wronged, and force alone has sway.
What profit are they, thy guns' tongues of fire?
Nay, leave to England her sad creed of gold;
Plead thou Man's rights, clean--handed as of old.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111110101 1100110011 1100110011 10010111101 1011010111 1101010111 111111100 0111110011 1101111111 01011101010 1111010111 11011111110 1111001111 1111110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 638 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 494 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 119 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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