Analysis of Sensitiveness
John Henry Newman 1801 (London) – 1890 (Edgbaston)
Time was, I shrank from what was right,
From fear of what was wrong;
I would not brave the sacred fight,
Because the foe was strong.
But now I cast that finer sense
And sorer shame aside;
Such dread of sin was indolence,
Such aim at heaven was pride.
So, when my Saviour calls, I rise,
And calmly do my best;
Leaving to Him, with silent eyes
Of hope and fear, the rest.
I step, I mount where He has led;
Men count my haltings o’er;—
I know them; yet, though self I dread,
I love his precept more.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111111 111111 11110101 010111 11111101 01101 111111 1111011 1111111 010111 10111101 110101 11111111 11111 11111111 11111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 531 |
Words | 102 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 374 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 99 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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