Analysis of A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXIV
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
O fool! O false! I have abandoned Heaven,
And sold my wealth for metal of base kind.
O frail disciple of a fair creed given
For human hope when all the world was blind!
What was my profit? Freedom of the mind,
A little pleasure of the years, some scars
Of lusty youth, and some few thoughts enshrined
In worthier record of my manhood's years.
All else is loss, and unredeemed distress;
The voiceful seasons uninvited come,
And bring their tribute of new flowers, and pass:
Only the reason of the world is dumb;
Nor does God any more by word or sign
Speak to our rebel hearts of things divine.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111101010 0111110111 11010101110 1101110111 1111010101 0101010111 1101011101 0100011111 111100101 01100101 01110111001 1001010111 1111011111 11101011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 587 |
Words | 113 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 464 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 111 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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