Analysis of Sonnet IV
Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski 1550 – 1581
Peace is happiness, but war is our plight
Under the heavens. He -- prince of the night,
Severe captain-- and the World's vanity
Work for our corruption diligently.
Not enough is this, mighty Lord of all!
The Body, our home for fleeting pleasures,
Envies heedlessly the Spirit's treasures
Constantly craving our eternal fall.
How shall I wage a battle so terrible,
Frail, yet headstrong, a soul in isolation?
King Universal, Peace most veritable,
In Thee alone is hope of my salvation!
Do Thou, Lord, place me safely next to Thee
I will battle and win decisively!
Scheme | AABB CDDC EFEF BB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11100111101 1001011101 0110001100 11100101000 1011110111 01010111010 1101010 10010100101 11110101100 111010010 1010111000 01011111010 1111110111 1110010100 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 560 |
Words | 98 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 2 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 111 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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