Analysis of Celia Beeding, To the Surgeon
Thomas Carew 1595 (West Wickham) – 1640
Fond man, that canst believe her blood
Will from those purple channels flow;
Or that the pure untainted flood
Can any foul distemper know;
Or that thy weak steel can incise
The crystal case wherein it lies:
Know, her quick blood, proud of his seat,
Runs dancing through her azure veins;
Whose harmony no cold nor heat
Disturbs, whose hue no tincture stains:
And the hard rock wherein it dwells
The keenest darts of love repels.
But thou repli'st, "behold, she bleeds!"
Fool! thou 'rt deceiv'd, and dost not know
The mystic knot whence this proceeds,
How lovers in each other grow:
Thou struck'st her arm, but 'twas my heart
Shed all the blood, felt all the smart.
Scheme | ABABCC DEDEFF GBGBHH |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110101 11110101 11010101 11010101 11111101 01010111 10111111 11010101 11001111 01111101 00110111 01011101 1110111 111010111 01011101 11001101 111011111 11011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 654 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 173 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 39 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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