Analysis of SONNET. Tell me you stars that our affections move
Henry King 1592 (Worminghall, Buckinghamshire) – 1669 (Chichester)
Tell me you stars that our affections move,
Why made ye me that cruell one to love?
Why burnes my heart her scorned sacrifice,
Whose breast is hard as Chrystall, cold as Ice?
God of Desire! if all thy Votaries
Thou thus repay, succession will grow wise;
No sighs for incense at thy Shrine shall smoke,
Thy Rites will be despis'd, thy Altars broke.
O! or give her my flame to melt that snow
Which yet unthaw'd does on her bosome grow;
Or make me ice, and with her chrystall chaines
Binde up all love within my frozen veines:
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|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11111100101 111111111 11110110 111111111 110101111 1101010111 1110111111 1111011101 1110111111 11111011 111101011 1111011101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 530 |
| Words | 101 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 12 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 408 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 99 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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