A Paraphrase On Part Of The Book Of Job.(25) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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To the Right Honourable Thomas Lord Parker Baron of Macclesfield Lord	A
High Chancellor of Great Britain etc etc	B
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My Lord	A
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Though I have not the honour of being known to your lordship I presume to take a privilege which men of retirement are apt to think themselves in possession of as being the only method they have of making their way to persons of your lordship's high station without struggling through multitudes for access I may possibly fail in my respect to your lordship even while I endeavour to show it most but if I err it is because I imagined I ought not to make my first approach to one of your lordship's exalted character with less ceremony than that of a dedication It is annexed to the condition of eminent merit not to suffer more from the malice of its enemies than from the importunity of its admirers and perhaps it would be unjust that your lordship should hope to be exempted from the troubles when you possess all the talents of a patron	C
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I have here a fair occasion to celebrate those sublime qualities of which a whole nation is sensible were it not inconsistent with the design of my present application By the just discharge of your great employments your lordship may well deserve the prayers of the distressed the thanks of your country and the approbation of your royal master this indeed is a reason why every good Briton should applaud your lordship but it is equally a reason why none should disturb you in the execution of your important affairs by works of fancy and amusement I was therefore induced to make this address to your lordship by considering you rather in the amiable light of a person distinguished for a refined taste of the polite arts and the candour that usually attends it than in the dignity of your public character	D
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The greatness and solemnity of the subjects treated of in the following work cannot fail in some measure to recommend it to a person who holds in the utmost veneration those sacred books from which it is taken and would at the same time justify to the world my choice of the great name prefixed to it could I be assured that the undertaking had not suffered in my hands Thus much I think myself obliged to say that if this little performance had not been very indulgently spoken of by some whose judgment is universally allowed in writings of this nature I had not dared to gratify my ambition in offering it to your lordship I am sensible that I am endeavouring to excuse one vanity by another but I hope I shall meet with pardon for it since it is visibly intended to show the great submission and respect with which I am my lord your lordship's most obedient and most humble servant	E
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EDWARD YOUNG	F
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Thrice happy Job long liv'd in regal state	G
Nor saw the sumptuous East a prince so great	G
Whose worldly stores in such abundance flow'd	H
Whose heart with such exalted virtue glow'd	H
At length misfortunes take their turn to reign	I
And ills on ills succeed a dreadful train	I
What now but deaths and poverty and wrong	J
The sword wide wasting the reproachful tongue	F
And spotted plagues that mark'd his limbs all o'er	D
So thick with pains they wanted room for more	K
A change so sad what mortal heart could bear	L
Exhausted woe had left him nought to fear	M
But gave him all to grief Low earth he prest	N
Wept in the dust and sorely smote his breast	N
His friends around the deep affliction mourn'd	O
Felt all his pangs and groan for groan return'd	P
In anguish of their hearts their mantles rent	Q
And seven long days in solemn silence spent	Q
A debt of rev'rence to distress so great	G
Then Job contain'd no more but cursed his fate	G
His day of birth its inauspicious light	R
He wishes sunk in shades of endless night	R
And blotted from the year nor fears to crave	S
Death instant death impatient for the grave	S
That seat of bliss that mansion of repose	T
Where rest and mortals are no longer foes	T
Where counsellors are hush'd and mighty kings	U
O happy turn no more are wretched things	U
His words were daring and displeas'd his friends	V
His conduct they reprove and he defends	V
And now they kindled into warm debate	G
And sentiments oppos'd with equal heat	W
Fix'd in opinion both refuse to yield	X
And summon all their reason to the field	X
So high at length their arguments were wrought	Y
They reach'd the last extent of human thought	Y
A pause ensu'd When lo Heaven interpos'd	Y
And awfully the long contention clos'd	Y
Full o'er their heads with terrible surprise	Z
A sudden whirlwind blacken'd all the skies	Z
They saw and trembled From the darkness broke	A2
A dreadful voice and thus th' Almighty spoke	A2
Who gives his tongue a loose so bold and vain	I
Censures my conduct and reproves my reign	I
Lifts up his thoughts against me from the dust	Y
And tells the world's Creator what is just	Y
Of late so brave now lift a dauntless eye	B2
Face my demand and give it a reply	B2
Where didst thou dwell at nature's early birth	C2
Who laid foundations for the spacious earth	C2
Who on its surface did extend the line	D2
Its form determine and its bulk confine	D2
Who fix'd the corner stone What hand declare	L
Hung it on nought and fasten'd it on air	L
When the bright morning stars in concert sung	F
When heaven's high arch with loud hosannas rung	F
When shouting sons of God the triumph crown'd	Y
And the wide concave thunder'd with the sound	Y
Earth's num'rous kingdoms hast thou view'd them all	E2
And can thy span of knowledge grasp the ball	E2
Who heav'd the mountain which sublimely stands	F2
And casts its shadow into distant lands	F2
Who stretching forth his sceptre o'er the deep	G2
Can that wide world in due subjection keep	G2
I broke the globe I scoop'd its hollow'd side	Y
And did a bason for the floods provide	Y
I chain'd them with my word the boiling sea	H2
Work'd up in tempests hears my great decree	H2
Thus far thy floating tide shall be convey'd	Y
And here O main be thy proud billows stay'd	Y
Hast thou explor'd the secrets of the deep	G2
Where shut from use unnumber'd treasures sleep	G2
Where down a thousand fathoms from the day	Y
Springs the great fountain mother of the sea	H2
Those gloomy paths did thy bold foot e'er tread	Y
Whole worlds of waters rolling o'er thy head	Y
Hath the cleft centre open'd wide to thee	H2
Death's inmost chambers didst thou ever see	H2
E'er knock at his tremendous gate and wade	Y
To the black portal through th' incumbent shade	Y
Deep are those shades but shades still deeper hide	Y
My counsels from the ken of human pride	Y
Where dwells the light In what refulgent dome	I2
And where has darkness made her dismal home	I2
Thou know'st no doubt since thy large heart is fraught	Y
With ripen'd wisdom through long ages brought	Y
Since nature was call'd forth when thou wast by	B2
And into being rose beneath thine eye	B2
Are mists begotten Who their father knew	J2
From whom descend the pearly drops of dew	J2
To bind the stream by night what hand can boast	Y
Or whiten morning with the hoary frost	Y
Whose powerful breath from northern regions blown	K2
Touches the sea and turns it into stone	K2
The like spirit in these two passages is no bad concurrent	Y
argument that Moses is author of the book of Job	L2
A sudden desart spreads o'er realms defac'd	Y
And lays one half of the creation waste	Y
Thou know'st me not thy blindness cannot see	H2
How vast a distance parts thy God from thee	H2
Canst thou in whirlwinds mount aloft Canst thou	M2
In clouds and darkness wrap thy awful brow	M2
And when day triumphs in meridian light	Y
Put forth thy hand and shade the world with night	Y
Who launch'd the clouds in air and bid them roll	N2
Suspended seas aloft from pole to pole	N2
Who can refresh the burning sandy plain	I
And quench the summer with a waste of rain	I
Who in rough desarts far from human toil	O2
Made rocks bring forth and desolation smile	P2
There blooms the rose where human face ne'er shone	K2
And spreads its beauties to the sun alone	K2
To check the shower who lifts his hand on high	B2
And shuts the sluices of th' exhausted sky	B2
When earth no longer mourns her gaping veins	Q2
Her naked mountains and her russet plains	Q2
But new in life a cheerful prospect yields	R2
Of shining rivers and of verdant fields	R2
When groves and forests lavish all their bloom	S2
And earth and heaven are fill'd with rich perfume	S2
Hast thou e'er scal'd my wintry skies and seen	T2
Of hail and snows my northern magazine	T2
These the dread treasures of mine anger are	U2
My funds of vengeance for the day of war	K
When clouds rain death and storms at my command	Y
Rage through the world or waste a guilty land	Y
Who taught the rapid winds to fly so fast	Y
Or shakes the centre with his eastern blast	Y
Who from the skies can a whole deluge pour	K
Who strikes through nature with the solemn roar	K
Of dreadful thunder points it where to fall	E2
And in fierce lightning wraps the flying ball	E2
Not he who trembles at the darted fires	V2
Falls at the sound and in the flash expires	V2
Who drew the comet out to such a size	Z
And pour'd his flaming train o'er half the skies	Z
Did thy resentment hang him out Does he	H2
Glare on the nations and denounce from thee	H2
Who on low earth can moderate the rein	I
That guides the stars along th' ethereal plain	I
Appoint their seasons and direct their course	W2
Their lustre brighten and supply their force	W2
Canst thou the skies' benevolence restrain	I
And cause the Pleiades to shine in vain	I
Or when Orion sparkles from his sphere	M
Thaw the cold season and unbind the year	M
Bid Mazzaroth his destin'd station know	X2
And teach the bright Arcturus where to glow	X2
Mine is the night with all her stars I pour	K
Myriads and myriads I reserve in store	K
Dost thou pronounce where day light shall be born	Y2
And draw the purple curtain of the morn	Y2
Awake the sun and bid him come away	Y
And glad thy world with his obsequious ray	Y
Hast thou inthron'd in flaming glory driven	C
Triumphant round the spacious ring of heaven	C
That pomp of light what hand so far displays	Z2
That distant earth lies basking in the blaze	Z2
Who did the soul with her rich powers invest	Y
And light up reason in the human breast	Y
To shine with fresh increase of lustre bright	Y
When stars and sun are set in endless night	Y
To these my various questions make reply	B2
Th' Almighty spoke and speaking shook the sky	B2
What then Chald an sire was thy surprise	Z
Thus thou with trembling heart and downcast eyes	Z
Once and again which I in groans deplore	K
My tongue has err'd but shall presume no more	K
My voice is in eternal silence bound	Y
And all my soul falls prostrate to the ground	Y
He ceas'd when lo again th' Almighty spoke	A2
The same dread voice from the black whirlwind broke	A2
Can that arm measure with an arm divine	D2
And canst thou thunder with a voice like mine	D2
Or in the hollow of thy hand contain	I
The bulk of waters the wide spreading main	I
When mad with tempests all the billows rise	Z
In all their rage and dash the distant skies	Z
Come forth in beauty's excellence array'd	Y
And be the grandeur of thy power display'd	Y
Put on omnipotence and frowning make	A3
The spacious round of the creation shake	A3
Dispatch thy vengeance bid it overthow	H2
Triumphant vice lay lofty tyrants low	X2
And crumble them to dust When this is done	C
I grant thy safety lodg'd in thee alone	K2
Of thee thou art and mayst undaunted stand	Y
Behind the buckler of thine own right hand	Y
Fond man the vision of a moment made	Y
Dream of a dream and shadow of a shade	Y
What worlds hast thou produc'd what creatures fram'd	Y
What insects cherish'd that thy God is blam'd	Y
When pain'd with hunger the wild raven's brood	Y
Loud calls on God importunate for food	Y
Who hears their cry who grants their hoarse request	Y
And stills the clamour of the craving nest	Y
Who in the stupid ostrich has subdu'd	Y
A parent's care and fond inquietude	Y
While far she flies her scatter'd eggs are found	Y
Without an owner on the sandy ground	Y
Cast out on fortune they at mercy lie	B2
And borrow life from an indulgent sky	B2
Adopted by the sun in blaze of day	Y
They ripen under his prolific ray	Y
Unmindful she that some unhappy tread	Y
May crush her young in their neglected bed	Y
What time she skims along the field with speed	Y
She scorns the rider and pursuing steed	Y
How rich the peacock what bright glories run	C
From plume to plume and vary in the sun	C
He proudly spreads them to the golden ray	Y
Gives all his colours and adorns the day	Y
With conscious state the specious round displays	Z2
And slowly moves amid the waving blaze	Z2
Who taught the hawk to find in seasons wise	Z
Perpetual summer and a change of skies	Z
When clouds deform the year she mounts the wind	Y
Shoots to the south nor fears the storm behind	Y
The sun returning she returns again	B3
Lives in his beams and leaves ill days to men	B3
Tho' strong the hawk tho' practis'd well to fly	B2
An eagle drops her in a lower sky	B2
An eagle when deserting human sight	Y
She seeks the sun in her unwearied flight	Y
Did thy command her yellow pinion lift	Y
So high in air and set her on the clift	Y
Where far above thy world she dwells alone	K2
And proudly makes the strength of rocks her own	K2
Thence wide o'er nature takes her dread survey	Y
And with a glance predestinates her prey	Y
She feasts her young with blood and hov'ring o'er	D
Th' unslaughter'd host enjoys the promis'd gore	K
Know'st thou how many moons by me assign'd	Y
Roll o'er the mountain goat and forest hind	Y
While pregnant they a mother's load sustain	I
They bend in anguish and cast forth their pain	I
Hale are their young from human frailties freed	Y
Walk unsustain'd and unassisted feed	Y
They live at once forsake the dam's warm side	Y
Take the wide world with nature for their guide	Y
Bound o'er the lawn or seek the distant glade	Y
And find a home in each delightful shade	Y
Will the tall reem which knows no lord but me	H2
Low at the crib and ask an alms of thee	H2
Submit his unworn shoulder to the yoke	A2
Break the stiff clod and o'er thy furrow smoke	A2
Since great his strength go trust him void of care	L
Lay on his neck the toil of all the year	M
Bid him bring home the seasons to thy doors	C3
And cast his load among thy gather'd stores	C3
Didst thou from service the wild ass discharge	D3
And break his bonds and bid him live at large	D3
Through the wide waste his ample mansion roam	I2
And lose himself in his unbounded home	I2
By nature's hand magnificently fed	Y
His meal is on the range of mountains spread	Y
As in pure air aloft he bounds along	J
He sees in distant smoke the city throng	J
Conscious of freedom scorns the smother'd train	I
The threat'ning driver and the servile rein	I
Survey the warlike horse didst thou invest	Y
With thunder his robust distended chest	Y
No sense of fear his dauntless soul allays	Z2
'Tis dreadful to behold his nostrils blaze	Z2
To paw the vale he proudly takes delight	Y
And triumphs in the fulness of his might	Y
High rais'd he snuffs the battle from afar	U2
And burns to plunge amid the raging war	K
And mocks at death and throws his foam around	Y
And in a storm of fury shakes the ground	Y
How does his firm his rising heart advance	E3
Full on the brandish'd sword and shaken lance	E3
While his fix'd eyeballs meet the dazzling shield	Y
Gaze and return the lightning of the field	Y
He sinks the sense of pain in gen'rous pride	Y
Nor feels the shaft that trembles in his side	Y
But neighs to the shrill trumpet's dreadful blast	Y
Till death and when he groans he groans his last	Y
But fiercer still the lordly lion stalks	F3
Grimly majestic in his lonely walks	F3
When round he glares all living creatures fly	B2
He clears the desart with his rolling eye	B2
Say mortal does he rouse at thy command	Y
And roar to thee and live upon thy hand	Y
Dost thou for him in forests bend thy bow	M2
And to his gloomy den the morsel throw	X2
Where bent on death lie hid his tawny brood	Y
And couch'd in dreadful ambush pant for blood	Y
Or stretch'd on broken limbs consume the day	Y
In darkness wrapt and slumber o'er their prey	Y
By the pale moon they take their destin'd round	Y
And lash their sides and furious tear the ground	Y
Now shrieks and dying groans the desart fill	G3
They rage they rend their rav'nous jaws distill	G3
With crimson foam and when the banquet's o'er	D
They stride away and paint their steps with gore	K
In flight alone the shepherd puts his trust	Y
And shudders at the talon in the dust	Y
Mild is my behemoth though large his frame	H3
Smooth is his temper and represt his flame	H3
While unprovok'd This native of the flood	Y
Lifts his broad foot and puts ashore for food	Y
Earth sinks beneath him as he moves along	J
To seek the herbs and mingle with the throng	J
See with what strength his harden'd loins are bound	Y
All over proof and shut against a wound	Y
How like a mountain cedar moves his tail	I3
Nor can his complicated sinews fail	I3
Built high and wide his solid bones surpass	J3
The bars of steel his ribs are ribs of brass	J3
His port majestic and his armed jaw	K3
Give the wide forest and the mountain law	K3
The mountains feed him there the beasts admire	L3
The mighty stranger and in dread retire	L3
At length his greatness nearer they survey	Y
Graze in his shadow and his eye obey	Y
The fens and marshes are his cool retreat	Y
His noontide shelter from the burning heat	Y
Their sedgy bosoms his wide couch are made	Y
And groves of willows give him all their shade	Y
His eye drinks Jordan up when fir'd with drought	Y
He trusts to turn its current down his throat	Y
In lessen'd waves it creeps along the plain	I
He sinks a river and he thirsts again	B3
Go to the Nile and from its fruitful side	Y
Cast forth thy line into the swelling tide	Y
With slender hair leviathan command	Y
And stretch his vastness on the loaded strand	Y
Will he become thy servant Will he own	K2
Thy lordly nod and tremble at thy frown	M3
Or with his sport amuse thy leisure day	Y
And bound in silk with thy soft maidens play	Y
Shall pompous banquets swell with such a prize	Z
And the bowl journey round his ample size	Z
Or the debating merchants share the prey	Y
And various limbs to various marts convey	Y
Thro' his firm skull what steel its way can win	N3
What forceful engine can subdue his skin	N3
Fly far and live tempt not his matchless might	Y
The bravest shrink to cowards in his sight	Y
The rashest dare not rouse him up Who then	B3
Shall turn on me among the sons of men	B3
Am I a debtor Hast thou ever heard	Y
Whence come the gifts that are on me conferr'd	Y
My lavish fruit a thousand valleys fills	O3
And mine the herds that graze a thousand hills	O3
Earth sea and air all nature is my own	K2
And stars and sun are dust beneath my throne	K2
And dar'st thou with the world's great Father vie	B2
Thou who dost tremble at my creature's eye	B2
At full my huge leviathan shall rise	Z
Boast all his strength and spread his wondrous size	Z
Who great in arms e'er stripp'd his shining mail	I3
Or crown'd his triumph with a single scale	I3
Whose heart sustains him to draw near Behold	Y
Destruction yawns his spacious jaws unfold	Y
And marshall'd round the wide expanse disclose	T
Teeth edg'd with death and crowding rows on rows	T
What hideous fangs on either side arise	Z
And what a deep abyss between them lies	Z
Mete with thy lance and with thy plummet sound	Y
The one how long the other how profound	Y
His bulk is charg'd with such a furious soul	N2
That clouds of smoke from his spread nostrils roll	N2
As from a furnace and when rous'd his ire	L3
Fate issues from his jaws in streams of fire	D
The rage of tempests and the roar of seas	P3
Thy terror this thy great superior please	P3
Strength on his ample shoulder sits in state	Y
His well join'd limbs are dreadfully complete	Y
His flakes of solid flesh are slow to part	Y
As steel his nerves as adamant his heart	Y
When late awak'd he rears him from the floods	Q3
And stretching forth his stature to the clouds	R3
Writhes in the sun aloft his scaly height	Y
And strikes the distant hills with transient light	Y
Far round are fatal damps of terror spread	Y
The mighty fear nor blush to own their dread	Y
Large is his front and when his burnish'd eyes	Z
Lift their broad lids the morning seems to rise	Z
In vain may death in various shapes invade	Y
The swift wing'd arrow the descending blade	Y
His naked breast their impotence defies	Z
The dart rebounds the brittle fauchion flies	Z
Shut in himself the war without he hears	S3
Safe in the tempest of their rattling spears	T3
The cumber'd strand their wasted volleys strow	X2
His sport the rage and labour of the foe	X2
His pastimes like a cauldron boil the flood	Y
And blacken ocean with the rising mud	Y
The billows feel him as he works his way	Y
His hoary footsteps shine along the sea	H2
The foam high wrought with white divides the green	T2
And distant sailors point where death has been	N3
His like earth bears not on her spacious face	U3
Alone in nature stands his dauntless race	U3
For utter ignorance of fear renown'd	Y
In wrath he rolls his baleful eye around	Y
Makes every swoln disdainful heart subside	Y
And holds dominion o'er the sons of pride	Y
Then the Chald an eas'd his lab'ring breast	Y
With full conviction of his crime opprest	Y
Thou canst accomplish all things Lord of might	Y
And every thought is naked to thy sight	Y
But oh thy ways are wonderful and lie	B2
Beyond the deepest reach of mortal eye	B2
Oft have I heard of thine Almighty power	D
But never saw thee till this dreadful hour	D
O'erwhelm'd with shame the Lord of life I see	H2
Abhor myself and give my soul to thee	H2
Nor shall my weakness tempt thine anger more	K
Man is not made to question but adore	K

Edward Young

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