Analysis of Sonnet 2:
William Shakespeare 1564 (Stratford-upon-Avon) – 1616 (Stratford-upon-Avon)
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101010111 011100111 1111001111 1101011111 1101111101 1101011101 1101111101 011101011 111101111 1111011111 1111011101 1011010101 1011111111 01111111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 635 |
Words | 117 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 488 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 114 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 24, 2023
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