Analysis of To Himself
Count Giacomo Leopardi 1798 (Recanati) – 1837 (Naples)
Nor wilt thou rest forever, weary heart.
The last illusion is destroyed,
That I eternal thought. Destroyed!
I feel all hope and all desire depart,
For life and its deceitful joys.
Forever rest! Enough! Thy throbbings cease!
Naught can requite thy miseries;
Nor is earth worthy of thy sighs.
Life is a bitter, weary load,
The world a slough. And now, repose!
Despair no more, but find in Death
The only boon Fate on our race bestows!
Still, Nature, art thou doomed to fall,
The victim scorned of that blind, brutal power
That rules and ruins all.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111010101 01010101 11010101 11110101001 11010101 010101111 1111100 11110111 11010101 01010101 01111101 01011110101 11011111 01011111010 110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 539 |
Words | 99 |
Sentences | 13 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 15 |
Lines Amount | 15 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 425 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 97 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 17, 2023
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