Of The Four Ages Of Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDCCEEFGHHIIJJ KKBBLLMMNNOOMMPPMMHH AAQQIILo now four other act upon the stage | A |
Childhood and Youth the Many and Old age | A |
The first son unto phlegm grandchild to water | B |
Unstable supple cold and moist's his nature | B |
The second frolic claims his pedigree | C |
From blood and air for hot and moist is he | C |
The third of fire and choler is compos'd | D |
Vindicative and quarrelsome dispos'd | D |
The last of earth and heavy melancholy | C |
Solid hating all lightness and all folly | C |
Childhood was cloth'd in white and green to show | E |
His spring was intermixed with some snow | E |
Upon his head nature a garland set | F |
Of Primrose Daisy and the Violet | G |
Such cold mean flowers the spring puts forth betime | H |
Before the sun hath thoroughly heat the clime | H |
His hobby striding did not ride but run | I |
And in his hand an hour glass new begun | I |
In danger every moment of a fall | J |
And when 't is broke then ends his life and all | J |
But if he hold till it have run its last | K |
Then may he live out threescore years or past | K |
Next Youth came up in gorgeous attire | B |
As that fond age doth most of all desire | B |
His suit of crimson and his scarf of green | L |
His pride in's countenance was quickly seen | L |
Garland of roses pinks and gillyflowers | M |
Seemed on's head to grow bedew'd with showers | M |
His face as fresh as is Aurora fair | N |
When blushing she first 'gins to light the air | N |
No wooden horse but one of mettle tried | O |
He seems to fly or swim and not to ride | O |
Then prancing on the stage about he wheels | M |
But as he went death waited at his heels | M |
The next came up in a much graver sort | P |
As one that cared for a good report | P |
His sword by's side and choler in his eyes | M |
But neither us'd as yet for he was wise | M |
Of Autumn's fruits a basket on his arm | H |
His golden god in's purse which was his charm | H |
And last of all to act upon this stage | A |
Leaning upon his staff came up Old Age | A |
Under his arm a sheaf of wheat he bore | Q |
An harvest of the best what needs he more | Q |
In's other hand a glass ev'n almost run | I |
Thus writ about This out then am I done | I |
Anne Bradstreet
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