Analysis of Sonnet # 3
It's summertime, my heart indeed is sad.
And though the birds are now with their sweet song,
My heart aches much with pain that is so bad.
And my young mind does feel my life so wrong.
I think it's winter, thoughts about it, I mean
That have me nervous for my single soul.
I'll not have loving kisses, kisses clean,
Or the warm body of a female soul.
So, you can clearly see to every man
Not always fair whatever's meant by life.
And to buy pearls or gold, what poor man can?
These facts, my friend, are sharper than a knife.
Here I shed tears for things that are not mellow.
And then my thoughts to gentle my own sorrow.
Scheme | ABABCDCDEFEFGG |
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Poetic Form | Shakespearean sonnet |
Metre | 110110111 0101111111 1111111111 0111111111 11110101111 1111011101 1111010101 101101011 11110111001 11110111 0111111111 1111110101 11111111110 01111101110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 635 |
Words | 133 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 476 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 122 |
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