Analysis of L'art Et Le Peuple (Art And The People)
L'art, c'est la gloire et la joie.
Dans la tempête il flamboie ;
Il éclaire le ciel bleu.
L'art, splendeur universelle,
Au front du peuple étincelle,
Comme l'astre au front de Dieu.
L'art est un champ magnifique
Qui plaît au coeur pacifique,
Que la cité dit aux bois,
Que l'homme dit à la femme,
Que toutes les voix de l'âme
Chantent en choeur à la fois !
L'art, c'est la pensée humaine
Qui va brisant toute chaîne !
L'art, c'est le doux conquérant !
A lui le Rhin et le Tibre !
Peuple esclave, il te fait libre ;
Peuple libre, il te fait grand !
Ô bonne France invincible,
Chante ta chanson paisible !
Chante, et regarde le ciel !
Ta voix joyeuse et profonde
Est l'espérance du monde,
Ô grand peuple fraternel !
Bon peuple, chante à l'aurore,
Quand le soir vient, chante encore !
Le travail fait la gaîté.
Ris du vieux siècle qui passe !
Chante l'amour à voix basse,
Et tout haut la liberté !
Chante la sainte Italie,
La Pologne ensevelie,
Naples qu'un sang pur rougit,
La Hongrie agonisante ...
Ô tyrans ! le peuple chante
Comme le lion rugit !
Art and the People
Art,—'t is a glory, a delight;
I' the tempest it holds fire-flight;
It irradiates the deep blue sky.
Art, splendour infinite,
On the brow of the People doth sit,
As a star in God's heaven most high.
Art,—'t is a broad-flowered plain
Where Peace holds beloved reign;
'T is the passionate unison
Of music the city hath made
With the country, the man with the maid,
All sweet songs made perfect in one!
Art,—'t is Humanity's thought
Which shatters chains century-wrought!
Art,—t'is the conqureror sweet!
Unto Art, each world-river, each sea!
Slave-People, 't is Art makes free;
Free People, 't is Art makes great!
O Chivalrous France! without cease
Chant loudly thy hymn of peace, —
Chant, with eyes fixed on the sky!
Thy joyous voice and profound
Through the slumbering world doth resound.
O noble People, chant high!
True People, chant gladly the dawn!
At even raise song at morn!
After labour sweet singing should be.
Laugh for the century o'erthrown!
Sing love in a tender tone,
And loudlier chant liberty!
Chant Italy sacred and sweet;
Poor Poland, slain sons at her feet;
Naples, whose heart-blood outpours;
Hungary, the Russian's base vaunt!
O tyrants! the People doth chant
Even as the lion roars.
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Metre | 11111111 111111 11011 1111 11111 111111 1101111 111111 111111 111111 1111111 11111 1111111 111111 1110111 01001101 111111 111111 110100 1111 11101 11111 011111 111 1111 101111 0011111 1111111 11011 111110 1111 111 1011111 111 1011 10101 10010 111010001 101011101 110111 11100 101101011 101011011 11101101 111011 110100100 11001011 101001101 11110101 11101001 11011001 111011 101111011 11011111 11011111 111011 1101111 1111101 1101001 10100111 1101011 11011001 1101111 10111011 1101001 1100101 011100 11001001 11011101 101111 10001011 11001011 1010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 2,243 |
Words | 397 |
Sentences | 38 |
Stanzas | 13 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 1, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 73 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 132 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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