Analysis of A Last Word
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;
Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,
Broods like an owl; we cannot understand
Laughter or tears, for we have only known
Surpassing vanity: vain things alone
Have driven our perverse and aimless band.
Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold,
To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust
Find end of labour, where's rest for the old,
Freedom to all from love and fear and lust.
Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.
Scheme | ABBAABBA CDCDCD |
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Poetic Form | Petrarchan sonnet |
Metre | 1111011111 01110111 0111010111 01011101001 111111001 1011111101 0101001101 11010010101 11111101 1101111001 111111101 1011110101 11011110101 10111011011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 661 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 6 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 241 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 57 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 13, 2023
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