Analysis of From
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 1749 (Frankfurt) – 1832 (Weimar)
My grief no mortals know,
Except the yearning!
Alone, a prey to woe,
All pleasure spurning,
Up tow'rds the sky I throw
A gaze discerning.
He who my love can know
Seems ne'er returning;
With strange and fiery glow
My heart is burning.
My grief no mortals know,
Except the yearning!
| Scheme | A Ba ba b a ba bA B |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 111101 01010 010111 11010 110111 01010 111111 11010 1101001 11110 111101 01010 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 277 |
| Words | 53 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 8 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 18 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 27 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 6 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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