Analysis of Sonnet V.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1772 (Ottery St Mary) – 1834 (Highgate)
Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled
To see thee, poor old man! and thy gray hairs
Hoar with the snowy blast; while no one cares
To clothe thy shrivelled limbs and palsied head.
My Father! throw away this tattered vest
That mocks thy shiv'ring! take my garment--use
A young man's arm! I'll melt these frozen dews
That hang from thy white beard and numb thy breast.
My Sara, too, shall tend thee, like a child:
And thou shalt talk, in our fire-side's recess,
Of purple pride, that scowls on wretchedness.--
He did not scowl, the Galilaean mild,
Who met the Lazar turned from rich man's doors,
And called him Friend, and wept upon his sores!
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101110111 1111110111 1101011111 11111011 1101011101 111111101 0111111101 1111110111 1101111101 011101010101 11011111 1111011 1101011111 0111010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 638 |
Words | 120 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 494 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 117 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 12, 2023
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