Analysis of Sonnet
Charles Harpur 1813 (Windsor) – 1868 (Australia)
SHE loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips
The live confession came, like rich perfume
From crimson petals bursting into bloom!
And still my heart at the remembrance skips
Like a young lion, and my tongue too trips
As drunk with joy! while every object seen
In life’s diurnal round wears in its mien
A clear assurance that no doubts eclipse.
And if the common things of nature now
Are like old faces flushed with new delight,
Much more the consciousness of that rich vow
Deepens the beauteous, and refines the bright,
While throned I seem on love’s divinest height
’Mid all the glories glowing round its brow.
Scheme | ABBAACCADEDEED |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111011101 0101011101 1101010011 0111100101 1011001111 11111100101 0101011011 0101011101 0101011101 1111011101 1101001111 100100101 11111111 1101010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 678 |
Words | 110 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 493 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 108 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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