Analysis of Burnt Out Is Now My Misery
Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy 1817 (Saint Petersburg) – 1875 (Chernigov Governorate)
Burnt out is now my misery--
love's yearning
No more unspeakably torments my heart,
Yet bearable alone through thee, my being--
All thou art not is idle, stale and dying,
Colourless, withered, dead,--save where thou art!
If I no more through false suspicion trouble
Thy happiness,--nor more my blood inflames my veins,
It is not turned to ice 'neath snowy cover,
But free from jealousy, to thee thy lover
Always with soul of ardour true remains.
So in their rapid fury mountain torrents
That hurl them off their moss-grown altars steep,
Seeking the flood with tossing, foaming riot--
Here in the vale are bound in the old currents,
To stream in future calm and clear and deep!
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Metre | 11111100 110 111111 11000111110 11111101010 11011111 11111101010 110011110111 11111111010 11110011110 11111101 10110101010 1111111101 10011101010 10011100110 1101010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 669 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 5, 5 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 177 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 39 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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