Translations. - The Philosophers. (from Schiller.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAABCCDE FGFFGHHGG IFIIFJJKK LMLLMNNOO KAKKAPPQL FDFFDRRSS| The principle whence everything | A |
| To life and shape ascended | B |
| The pulley whereon Zeus the ring | A |
| Of Earth which else in sherds would spring | A |
| Has carefully suspended | B |
| To genius I yield him a claim | C |
| Who fathoms for me what its name | C |
| Save I withdraw its curtain | D |
| It is ten is not thirteen | E |
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| That snow makes cold that fire burns | F |
| That man on two feet goeth | G |
| That in the heavens the sun sojourns | F |
| This much the man who logic spurns | F |
| Through his own senses knoweth | G |
| But metaphysics who has got | H |
| Knows he that burneth freezeth not | H |
| Knows 'tis the moist that wetteth | G |
| And 'tis the rough that fretteth | G |
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| Great Homer sings his epic high | I |
| The hero fronts his dangers | F |
| The brave his duty still doth ply | I |
| And did it while I won't deny | I |
| Philosophers were strangers | F |
| But grant by heart and brain achiev'd | J |
| What Locke and Des Cartes ne'er conceiv'd | J |
| By them yet as behov d | K |
| It possible was prov d | K |
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| Strength for the Right is counted still | L |
| Bold laughs the strong hyena | M |
| Who rule not servants' parts must fill | L |
| It goes quite tolerably ill | L |
| Upon this world's arena | M |
| But how it would be if the plan | N |
| Of the universe now first began | N |
| In many a moral system | O |
| All men may read who list 'em | O |
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| Man needs with man must linked be | K |
| To reach the goal of growing | A |
| In the whole only worketh he | K |
| Many drops go to make the sea | K |
| Much water sets mills going | A |
| Then with the wild wolves do not stand | P |
| But knit the state's enduring band | P |
| From doctor's chair thus tranquil | Q |
| Herr Pufendorf and swan quill | L |
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| But since to all what doctors say | F |
| Flies not as soon as spoken | D |
| Nature will use her mother way | F |
| See that her chain fly not in tway | F |
| The circle be not broken | D |
| Meantime until the world's great round | R |
| Philosophy in one hath bound | R |
| She keeps it on the move sir | S |
| By hunger and by love sir | S |
George Macdonald
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