Analysis of Tell thee truth, sweet; no
Augusta Davies Webster 1837 (Poole, Dorset) – 1894
TELL thee truth, sweet; no.
Truth is cross and sad and cold:
Lies are pitiful and kind,
Honey-soft as Love's own tongue:
Let me, love, lie so.
Lies are like a summer wind,
Wooing flower-buds to unfold
Lies will last while men are young.
Tell thee truth, love; no.
Let me, sweet, lie so.
Lies are Hope's light ministers,
Footless birds upon the wing:
Truth's a name for plodding care:
Tell thee truth, sweet; no.
Truth's the east wind on the Spring—
'Tis the wind, not Spring-time, errs.
Lies will last while maids are fair.
Let me lie, love, so.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111 1110101 1110001 1011111 11111 1110101 10101101 1111111 11111 11111 1111100 110101 1011101 11111 1011101 1011111 1111111 11111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 538 |
Words | 102 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 9 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 204 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 50 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 28, 2023
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