To Count Carlo Pepoli Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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This wearisome and this distressing sleepA
That we call life O how dost thou supportB
My Pepoli With what hopes feedest thouC
Thy heart Say in what thoughts and in what deedsD
Agreeable or sad dost thou investE
The idleness thy ancestors bequeathedF
To thee a dull and heavy heritageG
All life indeed in every walk of lifeH
Is idleness if we may give that nameI
To every work achieved or effort madeJ
That has no worthy aim in view or failsK
That aim to reach And if you idle callL
The busy crew that daily we beholdM
From tranquil morn unto the dewy eveN
Behind the plough or tending plants and flocksO
Because they live simply to keep aliveP
And life is worthless for itself aloneQ
The honest truth you speak His nights and daysR
The pilot spends in idleness the toilS
And sweat in workshops are but idlenessT
The soldier's vigils perils of the fieldU
The eager merchant's cares are idle allL
Because true happiness for which aloneQ
Our mortal nature longs and strives no manV
Or for himself or others e'er acquiresW
Through toil or sweat through peril or through careX
Yet for this fierce desire which mortals stillY
From the beginning of the world have feltZ
But ever felt in vain for happinessT
By way of soothing remedy devisedA2
Nature in this unhappy life of oursW
Had manifold necessities preparedB2
Not without thought or labor satisfiedC2
So that the days though ever sad less dullD2
Might seem unto the human familyE2
And this desire bewildered and confusedF2
Might have less power to agitate the heartG2
So too the various families of brutesW
Who have no less than we and vainly tooH2
Desire for happiness but they intentI2
On that which is essential to their lifeH
Consume their days more pleasantly by farJ2
Nor chide with us the dulness of the hoursW
But we who unto other hands commitK2
The furnishing of our immediate wantsW
Have a necessity more grave to meetL2
For which no other ever can provideC2
With ennui laden and with sufferingM2
The stern necessity of killing timeN2
That cruel obstinate necessityE2
From which nor hoarded gold nor wealth of flocksW
Nor fertile fields nor sumptuous palacesW
Nor purple robes the race of man can saveO2
And if one scorning such a barren lifeH
And hating to behold the light of dayP2
Turns not a homicidal hand uponQ2
Himself anticipating sluggish FateR2
For the sharp sting of unappeased desireS2
That vainly calls for happiness he seeksW
In desperate chase on every side in vainT2
A thousand inefficient remediesW
In lieu of that which Nature gives to allL
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One to his dress devotes himself and hairX
His gait and gesture and the learned loreU2
Of horses carriages to crowded hallsW
To thronged piazzas and to gardens gayP2
Another gives his nights and days to gamesW
And feasts and dances with the reigning bellesW
A smile perpetual is on his lipsW
But in his breast alas stern and severeV2
Like adamantine column motionlessW
Eternal ennui sits against whose mightW2
Avail not vigorous youth nor prattle fondX2
That falls from rosy lips nor tender glanceW
That trembles in two dark and lustrous eyesW
The most bewildering of mortal thingsW
Most precious gift of heaven unto manV
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Another as if hoping to escapeY2
Sad destiny in changing lands and climesW
His days consuming wandering o'er seaE2
And hills the whole earth traverses each spotZ2
That Nature in her infinite domainT2
To restless man hath made accessibleD2
He visits in his wanderings AlasW
Black care is seated on the lofty prowC
Beneath each clime each sky he asks in vainT2
For happiness sadness still lives and reignsW
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Another in the cruel deeds of warU2
Prefers to pass his hours and dips his handA3
For his diversion in his brother's bloodB3
Another in his neighbor's miseryE2
His comfort finds and artfully contrivesW
To kill the time in making others sadC3
This man still walks in wisdom's ways or artG2
Pursues that tramples on the people's rightsW
At home abroad the ancient rest disturbsW
Of distant shores on fraudful gain intentI2
With cruel war or sharp diplomacyW
And so his destined part of life consumesW
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Thee a more gentle wish a care more sweetL2
Leads and controls still in the flower of youthD3
In the fair April of thy days to mostE3
A time so pleasant heaven's choicest giftF3
But heavy bitter wearisome to himG3
Who has no country Thee the love of songH3
Impels and of portraying in thy speechI3
The beauty that so seldom in the worldJ3
Appears and fades so soon and that more rareX
Which fond imagination kinder farJ2
Than Nature or than heaven so bounteouslyD2
For our entranced deluded souls providesW
Oh fortunate a thousand fold is heW
Who loses not his fancy's freshness asW
The years roll by whom envious Fate permitsW
To keep eternal sunshine in his heartG2
Who in his ripe and his declining yearsW
As was his custom in his glorious youthD3
In his deep thought enhances Nature's charmsW
Gives life to death and to the desert bloomK3
May heaven this fortune give to thee and mayP2
The spark that now so warms thy breast make theeW
In thy old age a votary of songH3
I feel no more the sweet illusions ofL3
That happy time those charming imagesW
Have faded from my eyes that I so lovedM3
And which unto my latest hour will beW
Remembered still with hopeless sighs and tearsW
And when this breast to all things has becomeN3
Insensible and cold nor the sweet smileD2
And rest profound of lonely sun lit plainsW
Nor cheerful morning song of birds in springM2
Nor moonlight soft that rests on hills and fieldsW
Beneath the limpid sky will move my heartG2
When every beauty both of Nature andO3
Of Art to me will be inanimateP3
And mute each tender feeling lofty thoughtQ3
Unknown and strange my only comfort thenR3
Poor beggar must I find in studies moreU2
Severe to them thenceforward must devoteS3
The wretched remnant of unhappy lifeH
The bitter truth must I investigateR2
The destinies mysterious alikeT3
Of mortal and immortal thingsW
For what was suffering humanityW
Bowed down beneath the weight of miseryW
Created to what final goal are FateR2
And Nature urging it to whom can ourS2
Great sorrow any pleasure profit giveU3
Beneath what laws and orders to what endV3
The mighty Universe revolves the themeW3
Of wise men's praise to me a mysteryW
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I in these speculations will consumeK3
My idleness because the truth when knownQ
Though sad has yet its charms And if at timesW
The truth discussing my opinions shouldX3
Unwelcome be or not be understoodX3
I shall not grieve indeed because in meW
The love of fame will be extinguished quiteW2
Of fame that idol frivolous and blindY3
More blind by far than Fortune or than LoveL3

Count Giacomo Leopardi



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