Analysis of Horatian Lyrics Odes I, 11.
Eugene Field 1850 (St. Louis) – 1895 (Chicago)
What end the gods may have ordained for me,
And what for thee,
Seek not to learn, Leuconoe; we may not know;
Chaldean tables cannot bring us rest--
'Tis for the best
To bear in patience what may come, or weal or woe.
If for more winters our poor lot is cast,
Or this the last,
Which on the crumbling rocks has dashed Etruscan seas;
Strain clear the wine--this life is short, at best;
Take hope with zest,
And, trusting not To-Morrow, snatch To-Day for ease!
Scheme | AABCCB DDECCE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101110111 0111 111111111 11010111 1101 110101111111 11110101111 1101 1101001110101 1101111111 1111 010111011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 454 |
Words | 88 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 175 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 43 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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