Analysis of Sonnet LVII
Edmund Spenser 1552 (London) – 1599 (London)
SWeet warriour when shall I haue peace with you?
High time it is, this warre now ended were:
which I no lenger can endure to sue,
ne your incessant battry more to beare:
So weake my powres, so sore my wounds appeare,
that wonder is how I should liue a iot,
seeing my hart through launched euery where
with thousand arrowes, which your eies haue shot:
Yet shoot ye sharpely still, and spare me not,
but glory thinke to make these cruel stoures,
ye cruell one, what glory can be got,
in slaying him that would liue gladly yours?
Make peace therefore, and graunt me timely grace.
that al my wounds will heale in little space.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111111 1111111100 1111010111 110101111 111111111 1101111101 10111111 110111111 111110111 1101111101 111110111 0101111101 111011101 1111110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 617 |
Words | 118 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 488 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 116 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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