Analysis of Sonnet # 19
No pretty face can tell me that the heart
Is shown in eyes of blue or fair a smile.
I know of gentle features, pleasant art,
Their minds so cruel that make tears look so vile.
Yes, beauty's only pleasing to betray
And keep the eyes away from bored to death.
So sad! The eyes will never see the day
They'll tell the soul the way the nose does breath.
So, knowing now the eyes tell not the deed,
No wonder, man, the eyes can't master looks.
In vain the way to try the face to read.
So sad1 The face will ne'er be read like books.
A candle lit I've for the sight indeed
If you consider, it for fair does bleed.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111101 1101111101 1111010101 11110111111 111010101 0101011111 1101110101 1101010111 1101011101 1101011101 0101110111 1101111111 0101110101 1101011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 607 |
Words | 132 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 463 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 123 |
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