This Enlightened Age Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIJKLML NOPO QPPP PPRP PSPS TUPU VWXW PYPY ZA2B2A2 PPPP PPC2P D2EE2E

I Say it to myself in meekest aweA
Of Progress electricity and steamB
Of this almighty age this liberal ageC
That has no time to breathe or think or dreamB
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I ask it of myself with bated breathD
Casting a furtive glance about the hallE
Our fathers were their times so very darkF
Were they benighted heathens after allE
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Had they not their Galileo Newton tooG
And men as great though not a StephensonH
Had they not passable scholars in fair GreeceI
Who traced the paths we deign to walk uponJ
Had they not poets in those dismal daysK
Homer and Shakespeare and a few betweenL
Had they not rulers in their barbarous statesM
Who scattered laws for our wise hands to gleanL
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Had they not painters who knew how to paintN
Raphael to take an instance well as weO
With near four hundred years of light the lessP
Is Phidias matched in our great centuryO
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And architects Sure Egypt and old RomeQ
And ruined Athens tell of fair reputesP
The Pyramids and temples of the GreeksP
May vie with our town halls and institutesP
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Their marble Venice with her dappled tintsP
Their grey old minsters strong as chiselled rocksP
Their Tyrolean castles lifted highR
May outlast all our brick and mortar blocksP
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And were there not refinements in those daysP
And elegant luxuries of domestic lifeS
I read the answer in the precious thingsP
Whereof these clustering cabinets are rifeS
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What can we show so beautiful in artT
What new of ours can match their wondrous oldU
This fragile porcelain this Venetian glassP
This delicate necklace of Etruscan goldU
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And was there not religion when the ChurchV
Was one a common mother loved and fearedW
When haughty souls rejoiced to bear her yokeX
When all those grand monastic piles were rearedW
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And were there not some preachers ChrysostomsP
Whose golden words still linger like a chimeY
Of falling echoes in lone alpine glensP
Amongst the sonorous voices of our timeY
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And soldiers heroes Do we shame them muchZ
Have men more courage than in days of yoreA2
Are they more jealous for their manhood nowB2
Do they respect and honour women moreA2
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Are they more noble than those good old knightsP
Who scorned to strike a foe save in the faceP
Who reckoned gold as dross to gallant deedsP
And counted death far happier than disgraceP
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Is life more grand with us who bask at easeP
And count that only excellent which paysP
Than 'twas to the stout hearts that wore the steelC2
In those dark turbulent fearless fighting daysP
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O nineteenth century God has given you lightD2
The morning has been spreading that is allE
O liberal age stoop your conceited headE2
And gather up the crumbs that they let fallE

Ada Cambridge



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