Analysis of From Monte Pincio
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson 1832 (Kvikne) – 1910 (Paris)
Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,
Radiant colors from heaven are beaming
Life's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;-
Glory in death o'er the mountains is spread.
Cupolas burn, but the fog in far masses
Over the bluish-black fields softly passes,
Rolling as whilom oblivion pale;
Hid is yon valley 'neath thousand years' veil.
Evening so red and warm
Glows as the people swarm,
Notes of the cornet flare,
Flowers and brown eyes fair.
Great men of old stand in marble erected,
Waiting, scarce known and neglected.
Vespers are ringing, through roseate air
Nebulous floating of tone-sacrifices,
Twilight in churches now broadens and rises,
Incense and word fill the evening with prayer.
Over the Sabines the flame-belt is knotted,
Shepherds' lights through the Campagna are dotted,
Rome with her lamps dimly breaks on the sight,-
Shadowy legend from history's night.
But to the evening's spell
Dances the Saltarell';-
Fireworks flash and play,
Mora and laughter gay;-
Colors and tones in all thoughts are enthroning
Harmony's gracious condoning.
Lost has the light in its soundless affray,
Heaven its vaulting of dark-blue is framing,
Where from infinity deep stars are flaming,
Earth's masses sink into vapor away.
Fleeing the darkness, the eyes seek the city,
Meet with its torches a corpse borne in pity;
These seek the night, but a flag is each light,
Waving the hope of eternity bright.
Gaily to dance and wine
Mandolins give the sign.
Monkish song, noise of streets,
Drowned by a drum's stern beats;-
Through all the dreaming life's arteries flowing,
Glimpses of daylight are going.
Silence o'er all, and the darker blue sky
Watches serenely expectant, 'mid cheering
Dreams of the past and the future that's nearing:-
Fluctuant gleams in the gray that is nigh.
But they will gather, and Rome be resurgent,
Day-dawn from Italy's midnight emergent:
Cannon shall sound and the bells ring the new,
Mem'ries illumine the future's bright blue!-
Greeting a bridal pair
Charming in hope so rare,
Voices bring soft salute,
Music of harp and flute.
Mightier yearnings sweet sleep is beguiling;-
Lesser dare waken to smiling.
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Metre | 1011001101 10010110110 11010010010 10011001011 111010110 10010111010 101101001 1111011011 101101 110101 110011 100111 11111010010 10110010 111011001 1001011100 1010110010 0101101011 1001011110 101101110 1101101101 1001011001 110101 1001 1101 100101 100101111 110010 11010111 10110111110 11010011110 1101011001 10010011010 11110011010 1101101111 1001101001 101101 1101 11111 110111 11010110010 1011110 10101001011 100100010110 11010010110 11001111 11110011010 1111001010 1011001101 1101011 100101 100111 101101 101101 10010111010 10110110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 2,078 |
Words | 357 |
Sentences | 16 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 14, 14, 14, 14 |
Lines Amount | 56 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 423 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 87 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 13, 2023
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