Ars Longa Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBBCBC DEDEDBD FGF DBD DEDEDBD HIAIJBJ IKIKBBB DBDBBBB IDIDDBD DKDKDBD| A Song of Pilgrimage | A |
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| Our hopes are wild imaginings | B |
| Our schemes are airy castles | B |
| Yet these on earth are lords and kings | B |
| And we their slaves and vassals | B |
| Yon dream forsooth of buoyant youth | C |
| Most ready to deceive is | B |
| But age will own the bitter truth | C |
| 'Ars longa vita brevis ' | - |
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| The hill of life with eager feet | D |
| We climbed in merry morning | E |
| But on the downward track we meet | D |
| The shades of twilight warning | E |
| The shadows gaunt they fall aslant | D |
| And those who scaled Ben Nevis | B |
| Against the mole hills toil and pant | D |
| 'Ars longa vita brevis ' | - |
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| The obstacles that barr'd our path | F |
| We seldom quail'd to dash on | G |
| In youth for youth one motto hath | F |
| 'The will the way must fashion ' | - |
| Those words I wot blood thick and hot | D |
| Too ready to believe is | B |
| But thin and cold our blood hath got | D |
| 'Ars longa vita brevis ' | - |
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| And 'art is long' and 'life is short' | D |
| And man is slow at learning | E |
| And yet by divers dealings taught | D |
| For divers follies yearning | E |
| He owns at last with grief downcast | D |
| For man disposed to grieve is | B |
| One adage old stands true and fast | D |
| 'Ars longa vita brevis ' | - |
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| We journey manhood youth and age | H |
| The matron and the maiden | I |
| Like pilgrims on a pilgrimage | A |
| Loins girded heavy laden | I |
| Each pilgrim strong who joins our throng | J |
| Most eager to achieve is | B |
| Foredoom'd ere long to swell the song | J |
| 'Ars longa vita brevis ' | - |
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| At morn with staff and sandal shoon | I |
| We travel brisk and cheery | K |
| But some have laid them down ere noon | I |
| And all at eve are weary | K |
| The noontide glows with no repose | B |
| And bitter chill the eve is | B |
| The grasshopper a burden grows | B |
| 'Ars longa vita brevis ' | - |
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| The staff is snapp'd the sandal fray'd | D |
| The flint stone galls and blisters | B |
| Our brother's steps we cannot aid | D |
| Ah me nor aid our sister's | B |
| The pit prepares its hidden snares | B |
| The rock prepared to cleave is | B |
| We cry in falling unawares | B |
| 'Ars longa vita brevis ' | - |
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| Oh Wisdom which we sought to win | I |
| Oh Strength in which we trusted | D |
| Oh Glory which we gloried in | I |
| Oh puppets we adjusted | D |
| On barren land our seed is sand | D |
| And torn the web we weave is | B |
| The bruised reed hath pierced the hand | D |
| 'Ars longa vita brevis ' | - |
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| We too 'Job's comforters' have met | D |
| With steps like ours unsteady | K |
| They could not help themselves and yet | D |
| To judge us they were ready | K |
| Life's path is trod at last and God | D |
| More ready to reprieve is | B |
| They know who rest beneath the sod | D |
| 'Mors grata vita brevis ' | - |
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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