Giotto's Tower

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) · 1839–1882

iambic pentameter · 14 lines · from The Complete Poetical Works

How many lives, made beautiful and sweetBy self-devotion and by self-restraint,Whose pleasure is to run without complaintOn unknown errands of the Paraclete,Wanting the reverence of unshodden feet,Fail of the nimbus which the artists paintAround the shining forehead of the saint,And are in their completeness incomplete!In the old Tuscan town stands Giotto's tower,The lily of Florence blossoming in stone,--A vision, a delight, and a desire,--The builder's perfect and centennial flower,That in the night of ages bloomed alone,But wanting still the glory of the spire.

Words in this poem

paraclete n.
An advocate; one called to aid or support; hence, the Consoler, Comforter, or Intercessor; -- a term applied to the Holy Spirit.
nimbus n.
A circle, or disk, or any indication of radiant light around the heads of divinities, saints, and sovereigns, upon medals, pictures, etc.; a halo. See Aureola, and Glory, n., 5. [L., a rain storm, a rain cloud, the cloudshaped which enveloped the gods when they appeared on earth.]
centennial a.
Relating to, or associated with, the commemoration of an event that happened a hundred years before; as, a centennial ode. [L. centum a hundred + annus year.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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Form and metre

Giotto's Tower is 14 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 79%). 88% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 21% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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. 1 ABBAABBACD-CD- sweetA · restraintB · complaintB · paracleteA · feetA · paintB · saintB · incompleteA · towerC · stoneD · desire · flowerC · aloneD · spire
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. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
How many lives, made beautiful and sweet10·/˘··/˘˘··
By self-devotion and by self-restraint,10··˘/˘···˘/
Whose pleasure is to run without complaint10·/˘·····˘/
On unknown errands of the Paraclete,10·˘//˘··/˘˘
Wanting the reverence of unshodden feet,10/˘·/˘·····
Fail of the nimbus which the artists paint10···/˘··/˘·
Around the shining forehead of the saint,10···/˘/˘···
And are in their completeness incomplete!10····˘/˘˘˘/
In the old Tuscan town stands Giotto's tower,11···/˘····/˘
The lily of Florence blossoming in stone,--10·/˘·/˘/˘··
A vision, a delight, and a desire,--11·/˘·˘/··˘/˘
The builder's perfect and centennial flower,10·/˘/··˘/˘/
That in the night of ages bloomed alone,10·····/˘·˘/
But wanting still the glory of the spire.10·/˘··/˘···

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