Analysis of Sonnet LXXXII: Hoarded Joy
Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1828 (London) – 1882 (Birchington-on-Sea)
I said: “Nay, pluck not,—let the first fruit be:
Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red,
But let it ripen still. The tree's bent head
Sees in the stream its own fecundity
And bides the day of fulness. Shall not we
At the sun's hour that day possess the shade,
And claim our fruit before its ripeness fade,
And eat it from the branch and praise the tree?”
I say: “Alas! our fruit hath wooed the sun
Too long,—'tis fallen and floats adown the stream.
Lo, the last clusters! Pluck them every one,
And let us sup with summer; ere the gleam
Of autumn set the year's pent sorrow free,
And the woods wail like echoes from the sea.”
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111110111 1011111101 1111010111 1001110100 010111111 10110110101 0110101111 0111010101 11011011101 1111001101 10110111001 0111110101 1101011101 0011110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 633 |
Words | 127 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 475 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 121 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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