This Enlightened Age Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIJKLML NOPO QPPP PPRP PSPS TUPU VWXW PYPY ZA2B2A2 PPPP PPC2P D2EE2EI Say it to myself in meekest awe | A |
Of Progress electricity and steam | B |
Of this almighty age this liberal age | C |
That has no time to breathe or think or dream | B |
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I ask it of myself with bated breath | D |
Casting a furtive glance about the hall | E |
Our fathers were their times so very dark | F |
Were they benighted heathens after all | E |
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Had they not their Galileo Newton too | G |
And men as great though not a Stephenson | H |
Had they not passable scholars in fair Greece | I |
Who traced the paths we deign to walk upon | J |
Had they not poets in those dismal days | K |
Homer and Shakespeare and a few between | L |
Had they not rulers in their barbarous states | M |
Who scattered laws for our wise hands to glean | L |
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Had they not painters who knew how to paint | N |
Raphael to take an instance well as we | O |
With near four hundred years of light the less | P |
Is Phidias matched in our great century | O |
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And architects Sure Egypt and old Rome | Q |
And ruined Athens tell of fair reputes | P |
The Pyramids and temples of the Greeks | P |
May vie with our town halls and institutes | P |
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Their marble Venice with her dappled tints | P |
Their grey old minsters strong as chiselled rocks | P |
Their Tyrolean castles lifted high | R |
May outlast all our brick and mortar blocks | P |
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And were there not refinements in those days | P |
And elegant luxuries of domestic life | S |
I read the answer in the precious things | P |
Whereof these clustering cabinets are rife | S |
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What can we show so beautiful in art | T |
What new of ours can match their wondrous old | U |
This fragile porcelain this Venetian glass | P |
This delicate necklace of Etruscan gold | U |
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And was there not religion when the Church | V |
Was one a common mother loved and feared | W |
When haughty souls rejoiced to bear her yoke | X |
When all those grand monastic piles were reared | W |
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And were there not some preachers Chrysostoms | P |
Whose golden words still linger like a chime | Y |
Of falling echoes in lone alpine glens | P |
Amongst the sonorous voices of our time | Y |
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And soldiers heroes Do we shame them much | Z |
Have men more courage than in days of yore | A2 |
Are they more jealous for their manhood now | B2 |
Do they respect and honour women more | A2 |
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Are they more noble than those good old knights | P |
Who scorned to strike a foe save in the face | P |
Who reckoned gold as dross to gallant deeds | P |
And counted death far happier than disgrace | P |
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Is life more grand with us who bask at ease | P |
And count that only excellent which pays | P |
Than 'twas to the stout hearts that wore the steel | C2 |
In those dark turbulent fearless fighting days | P |
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O nineteenth century God has given you light | D2 |
The morning has been spreading that is all | E |
O liberal age stoop your conceited head | E2 |
And gather up the crumbs that they let fall | E |
Ada Cambridge
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