Sonnet 19

William Shakespeare

V1 V2 V3 V4 C1 C2 C3 C4 C5 VT CT

1 dɪˈvɑʊə.rɪŋ tɑɪm blʌnt ðɑʊ ðə lɑɪənz pɔːz 6 0 1 4 5 0 5 4 3 11 17

2 ənd meɪk ði ɜːθ dɪˈvɑʊə hər əʊn swiːt bruːd 4 1 3 3 6 0 5 3 3 11 17

3 plʌk ðə kiːn tiːθ frəm ðə fɪəs ˈtɑɪ.ɡəz ʤɔːz 5 0 3 2 6 1 8 2 2 10 19

4 ənd bɜːn ðə lɒŋ lɪvd ˈfiː.nɪks ɪn hə blʌd 8 0 2 0 6 0 5 5 3 10 19

5 meɪk ɡlæd ənd ˈsɒr.i ˈsiː.zənz əz ðɑʊ fliːtst 5 1 2 2 6 0 8 3 3 10 20

6 ənd səʊ wɒt eə ðɑʊ wɪlt swɪftˈfʊt.ɪd tɑɪm 6 0 0 4 7 0 5 2 4 10 18

7 tʊ ðə wɑɪd wɜːld ənd ɔːl hə ˈfeɪ.dɪŋ swiːts 5 0 3 2 6 0 5 2 5 10 18

8 bət ɑɪ fəˈbɪd ðiː wʌn məʊst ˈheɪ.nəs krɑɪm 5 0 1 4 6 0 5 4 2 10 17

9 əʊ kɑːv nɒt wɪð ðɑɪ ɑʊəz mɑɪ lʌvz feə brɑʊ 4 0 1 6 3 0 7 2 3 11 15

10 nɔː drɔː nəʊ lɑɪnz ðeə wɪð ðɑɪn ænˈtiːk pen 3 0 3 4 4 0 4 6 3 10 17

11 hɪm ɪn ðɑɪ kɔːs ʌnˈteɪn.tɪd du əˈlɑʊ 5 1 1 3 5 0 3 4 1 10 13

12 fə ˈbjuː.tiz ˈpæt.ən tʊ səkˈsiː.dɪŋ men 7 1 2 0 7 0 4 4 1 10 16

13 jet du ðɑɪ wɜːst əʊld tɑɪm dɪˈspɑɪt ðɑɪ rɒŋ 3 1 1 5 8 0 4 2 4 10 18

14 mɑɪ lʌv ʃəl ɪn mɑɪ vɜːs ˈev.ə lɪv jʌŋ 7 0 1 2 0 0 6 4 4 10 14

73 5 24 41 75 1 74 47 41 143 238

Devouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes, And make the earth devoure her owne sweet brood, Plucke the keene teeth from the fierce Tygers yawes, And burne the long liv’d Phænix in her blood, Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st, And do what ere thou wilt swift-footed time To the wide world and all her fading sweets: But I forbid thee one most hainous crime, O carve not with thy howers my loves faire brow, Nor draw noe lines there with thine antique pen, Him in thy course untainted doe allow, For beauties patterne to succeding men. Yet doe thy worst ould Time dispight thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.

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vowel
V1: short
V2: neutralized
V3: long
V4: diphthong
vowel groups

consonant
C1: plosive
C2: affricate
C3: fricative
C4: nasal
C5: approximant
consonant groups

		V1	V2	V3	V4	C1	C2	C3	C4	C5	VT	CT
1	dɪˈvɑʊə.rɪŋ tɑɪm blʌnt ðɑʊ ðə lɑɪənz pɔːz	6	0	1	4	5	0	5	4	3	11	17
2	ənd meɪk ði ɜːθ dɪˈvɑʊə hər əʊn swiːt bruːd	4	1	3	3	6	0	5	3	3	11	17
3	plʌk ðə kiːn tiːθ frəm ðə fɪəs ˈtɑɪ.ɡəz ʤɔːz	5	0	3	2	6	1	8	2	2	10	19
4	ənd bɜːn ðə lɒŋ lɪvd ˈfiː.nɪks ɪn hə blʌd	8	0	2	0	6	0	5	5	3	10	19
5	meɪk ɡlæd ənd ˈsɒr.i ˈsiː.zənz əz ðɑʊ fliːtst	5	1	2	2	6	0	8	3	3	10	20
6	ənd səʊ wɒt eə ðɑʊ wɪlt swɪftˈfʊt.ɪd tɑɪm	6	0	0	4	7	0	5	2	4	10	18
7	tʊ ðə wɑɪd wɜːld ənd ɔːl hə ˈfeɪ.dɪŋ swiːts	5	0	3	2	6	0	5	2	5	10	18
8	bət ɑɪ fəˈbɪd ðiː wʌn məʊst ˈheɪ.nəs krɑɪm	5	0	1	4	6	0	5	4	2	10	17
9	əʊ kɑːv nɒt wɪð ðɑɪ ɑʊəz mɑɪ lʌvz feə brɑʊ	4	0	1	6	3	0	7	2	3	11	15
10	nɔː drɔː nəʊ lɑɪnz ðeə wɪð ðɑɪn ænˈtiːk pen	3	0	3	4	4	0	4	6	3	10	17
11	hɪm ɪn ðɑɪ kɔːs ʌnˈteɪn.tɪd du əˈlɑʊ	5	1	1	3	5	0	3	4	1	10	13
12	fə ˈbjuː.tiz ˈpæt.ən tʊ səkˈsiː.dɪŋ men	7	1	2	0	7	0	4	4	1	10	16
13	jet du ðɑɪ wɜːst əʊld tɑɪm dɪˈspɑɪt ðɑɪ rɒŋ	3	1	1	5	8	0	4	2	4	10	18
14	mɑɪ lʌv ʃəl ɪn mɑɪ vɜːs ˈev.ə lɪv jʌŋ	7	0	1	2	0	0	6	4	4	10	14
		73	5	24	41	75	1	74	47	41	143	238
	Devouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes, And make the earth devoure her owne sweet brood, Plucke the keene teeth from the fierce Tygers yawes, And burne the long liv’d Phænix in her blood, Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st, And do what ere thou wilt swift-footed time To the wide world and all her fading sweets: But I forbid thee one most hainous crime, O carve not with thy howers my loves faire brow, Nor draw noe lines there with thine antique pen, Him in thy course untainted doe allow, For beauties patterne to succeding men. Yet doe thy worst ould Time dispight thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.