I strove with none, for none was worth my strife
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art;I warmed both hands before the fire of Life;It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Words in this poem
- strife n.
- The act of striving; earnest endeavor. [OF. estrif. See Strive.]
- depart v. i.
- To part; to divide; to separate. [OE. departen to divide, part, depart, F. départir to divide, distribute, se départir to separate one's self, depart; pref. dé- (L. de) + partir to part, depart,]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Form and metre
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife is 4 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABAB. The lines average 10.0 syllables.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 1 ABAB strifeA · artB · lifeA · departB
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. | 10 | ·········· |
| Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art; | 10 | /˘·····/˘· |
| I warmed both hands before the fire of Life; | 10 | ·······/·· |
| It sinks, and I am ready to depart. | 10 | ·····/˘·˘/ |
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