Analysis of Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still
William Shakespeare 1564 (Stratford-upon-Avon) – 1616 (Stratford-upon-Avon)
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Scheme | ABABCDEDFGHGII |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111010101 111101001 1011110101 11010101011 1100010111 1011010111 1110110101 0101111101 1111110111 010111001 1101101111 1101011001 1111110111 1111111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 598 |
Words | 110 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 466 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 108 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 18, 2023
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