Reflections Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDF GHGHHIHIJEJF KIKILMLMNJOJ PQPQRSRRTUVU WXWXPYPYZA2ZA2 B2XB2XC2HC2HD2E2D2E2 B2F2B2TD2YD2Y G2H2G2H2G2H2G2H2 I2YI2YJ2K2J2K2A2A2 VJVJL2L2 M2N2M2N2O2RO2R| Upon The Subject | A |
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| When all the fiercer passions cease | B |
| The glory and disgrace of youth | C |
| When the deluded soul in peace | B |
| Can listen to the voice of truth | C |
| When we are taught in whom to trust | D |
| And how to spare to spend to give | E |
| Our prudence kind our pity just | D |
| 'Tis then we rightly learn to live | F |
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| Its weakness when the body feels | G |
| Nor danger in contempt defies | H |
| To reason when desire appeals | G |
| When on experience hope relies | H |
| When every passing hour we prize | H |
| Nor rashly on our follies spend | I |
| But use it as it quickly flies | H |
| With sober aim to serious end | I |
| When prudence bounds our utmost views | J |
| And bids us wrath and wrong forgive | E |
| When we can ealmly gain or lose | J |
| 'Tis then we rightly learn to live | F |
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| Yet thus when we our way discern | K |
| And can upon our care depend | I |
| To travel safely when we learn | K |
| Behold we're near our journey's end | I |
| We've trod the maze of error round | L |
| Long wand'ring in the winding glade | M |
| And now the torch of truth is found | L |
| It only shows us where we stray'd | M |
| Light for ourselves what is it worth | N |
| When we no more our way can choose | J |
| For others when we hold it forth | O |
| They in their pride the boon refuse | J |
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| By long experience taught we now | P |
| Can rightly judge of friends and foes | Q |
| Can all the worth of these allow | P |
| And all their faults discern in those | Q |
| Relentless hatred erring love | R |
| We can for sacred truth forego | S |
| We can the warmest friend reprove | R |
| And bear to praise the fiercest foe | R |
| To what effect Our friends are gone | T |
| Beyond reproof regard or care | U |
| And of our foes remains there one | V |
| The mild relenting thought to share | U |
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| Now 'tis our boast that we can quell | W |
| The wildest passions in their rage | X |
| Can their destructive force repel | W |
| And their impetuous wrath assuage | X |
| Ah Virtue dost thou arm when now | P |
| This bold rebellious race are fled | Y |
| When all these tyrants rest and thou | P |
| Art warring with the mighty dead | Y |
| Revenge ambition scorn and pride | Z |
| And strong desire and fierce disdain | A2 |
| The giant brood by thee defied | Z |
| Lo Time's resistless strokes have slain | A2 |
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| Yet Time who could that race subdue | B2 |
| O'erpowering strength appeasing rage | X |
| Leaves yet a persevering crew | B2 |
| To try the failing powers of age | X |
| Vex'd by the constant call of these | C2 |
| Virtue a while for conquest tries | H |
| But weary grown and fond of ease | C2 |
| She makes with them a compromise | H |
| Av'rice himself she gives to rest | D2 |
| But rules him with her strict commands | E2 |
| Bids Pity touch his torpid breast | D2 |
| And Justice hold his eager hands | E2 |
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| Yet is their nothing men can do | B2 |
| When chilling age comes creeping on | F2 |
| Cannot we yet some good pursue | B2 |
| Are talents buried genius gone | T |
| If passions slumber in the breast | D2 |
| If follies from the heart be fled | Y |
| Of laurels let us go in quest | D2 |
| And place them on the poet's head | Y |
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| Yes we'll redeem the wasted time | G2 |
| And to neglected studies flee | H2 |
| We'll build again the lofty rhyme | G2 |
| Or live Philosophy with thee | H2 |
| For reasoning clear for flight sublime | G2 |
| Eternal fame reward shall be | H2 |
| And to what glorious heights we'll climb | G2 |
| The admiring crowd shall envying see | H2 |
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| Begin the song begin the theme | I2 |
| Alas and is Invention dead | Y |
| Dream we no more the golden dream | I2 |
| Is Mem'ry with her treasures fled | Y |
| Yes 'tis too late now Reason guides | J2 |
| The mind sole judge in all debate | K2 |
| And thus the important point decides | J2 |
| For laurels 'tis alas too late | K2 |
| What is possess'd we may retain | A2 |
| But for new conquests strive in vain | A2 |
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| Beware then Age that what was won | V |
| If life's past labours studies views | J |
| Be lost not now the labour's done | V |
| When all thy part is not to lose | J |
| When thou canst toil or gain no more | L2 |
| Destroy not what was gain'd before | L2 |
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| For all that's gain'd of all that's good | M2 |
| When time shall his weak frame destroy | N2 |
| Their use then rightly understood | M2 |
| Shall man in happier state enjoy | N2 |
| Oh argument for truth divine | O2 |
| For study's cares for virtue's strife | R |
| To know the enjoyment will be thine | O2 |
| In that renew'd that endless life | R |
George Crabbe
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