Analysis of Work Without Hope
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1772 (Ottery St Mary) – 1834 (Highgate)
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And WINTER slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring !
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not ! Glide, rich streams, away !
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll :
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ?
WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve,
And HOPE without an object cannot live.
|Metre||1101111111 0111011101 01010000101 1111010111 01010111 1101111111 111101111 1101111101 111111111 1111111101 1111111 0111011111 1011110001 0101110101|
|Closest metre||Iambic pentameter|
|Stanza Lengths||6, 8|
|Letters per line (avg)||36|
|Words per line (avg)||9|
|Letters per stanza (avg)||251|
|Words per stanza (avg)||62|
Submitted on May 13, 2011
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