WRITTEN ON THE WALLS OF HIS DUNGEON
Lo, where envy and where lies
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Held me in the prison cell:
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Blesséd was the lot that fell
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To the humble and the wise
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Far from earth's chagrins to dwell;
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Who with thatch and homely fare
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Rests him in some sylvan spot,
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Lone with God abiding there,
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And none else his thought to share,
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Envying none, and envied not.
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Análisis métrico
10
Versos
7.9
Media silábica
79
Sílabas totales