Analysis of A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXI
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
To Switzerland, the land of lakes and snow,
And ancient freedom of ancestral type,
And modern innkeepers, who cringe and bow,
And venal echoes, and Pans paid to pipe!
See, I am come. And here in vineyards, ripe
With sweet white grapes, I will sit down and read
Once more the loves of Rousseau, till I wipe
My eyes in tenderness for names long dead.
This is the birthplace of all sentiment,
The fount of modern tears. These hills in me
Stir what still lives of fancy reverent
For Mother Nature. Here Time's minstrelsy
Awoke, some century since, one sunny morn,
To find Earth fortunate, and Man forlorn.
Scheme | ABCBBDBDEFEGHH |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1100011101 0101010101 010101101 0101001111 1111010101 1111111101 1101101111 1101001111 110111100 0111011101 1111110100 11010111 01110011101 1111000101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 596 |
Words | 110 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 472 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 108 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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