Analysis of A Thanksgiving
William Ernest Henley 1849 (Gloucester) – 1903 (Woking)
From brief delights that rise to me
Out of unfathomable dole,
I thank whatever gods there be
For mine unconquerable soul.
In the strong clutch of Circumstance
It has not winced, nor groaned aloud.
Before the blows of eyeless chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I front unfeared the threat of space
And dwindle into dark again.
My work is done, I take my place
Among the years that wait for men.
My life, my broken life must be
One unsuccourable dole.
I thank the gods- they gave to me
A dauntless and defiant soul.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011111 11010001 1110111 1111 0011110 11111101 01011101 11110101 1110111 01001101 11111111 01011111 11110111 111 11011111 0100101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 511 |
Words | 98 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 409 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 96 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 16, 2023
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