Analysis of A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IV
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt 1840 (Petworth House) – 1922 (United Kingdom)
Behold the deed is done. Here endeth all
That bound my grief to its ancestral ways.
I have passed out, as from a funeral,
From my dead home, and in the great world's gaze
Henceforth I stand, a pilgrim of new days,
On the high road of life. Where I was thrall,
See, I am master, being passionless;
And, having nothing now, am lord of all.
How glorious is the world! Its infinite grace
Surprises me--and not as erst with fear,
But as one meets a woman face to face,
Loved once and unforgotten and still dear
In certain moods and seasons. So to me
The fair world smiles to--day, yet leaves me free.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 010111111 1111110101 1111110100 1111000111 1111010111 1011111111 11110101 0101011111 110010111001 0101011111 1111010111 1101011 0101010111 0111111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 590 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 456 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 114 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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