Analysis of Sonnet XLVII: Read In My Face
Samuel Daniel 1562 (Taunton) – 1619
Read in my face a volume of despairs,
The wailing Iliads of my tragic woe,
Drawn with my blood and printed with my cares
Wrought by her hand, that I have honor'd so.
Who, whilst I burn, she sings at my soul's wrack,
Looking aloft from turret of her pride;
There my soul's tyrant joys her in the sack
Of her own seat, whereof I made her guide.
There do these smokes that from affliction rise,
Serve as an incense to a cruel Dame;
A sacrifice thrice grateful to her eyes,
Because their power serve to exact the same.
Thus ruins she, to satisfy her will,
The Temple where her name was honor'd still.
Scheme | ABABCDCDEFEFGG |
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Poetic Form | Shakespearean sonnet |
Metre | 1011010101 010111101 1111010111 1101111101 1111111111 1001110101 1111010001 101111101 1111110101 1110110101 010110101 01110110101 110111001 0101011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 604 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 462 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 114 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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