Suggested By Matthew Arnold's Stanzas - Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| That one long dirge moan sad and deep | B |
| Low muffled by the solemn stress | C |
| Of such emotion as doth steep | B |
| The soul in brooding quietness | D |
| Befits our anguished time too well | E |
| Whose Life march is a funeral knell | E |
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| Dirge for a mighty Creed outworn | F |
| Its spirit fading from the earth | G |
| Its mouldering body left forlorn | F |
| Weak idol feeding scornful mirth | G |
| In shallow hearts divine no more | H |
| Save to some ignorant pagan poor | I |
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| And some who know how by Its light | J |
| The past world well did walk and live | K |
| And feel It even now more bright | J |
| Than any lamp mere men can give | L |
| So cling to It with yearning faith | M |
| Yet own It almost quenched in death | N |
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| While many who win wealth and power | O |
| And honours serving at Its shrine | F |
| Rather than lose their worldly dower | P |
| Proclaim their dead thing 'Life divine' | F |
| And sacrifice to coward lust | Q |
| Their own souls' truth a people's trust | Q |
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| And will none mourn the mighty Dead | R |
| Pillar of heavenly fire and cloud | S |
| Which through this life's wild desert led | R |
| For whole millenniums each grand crowd | S |
| Of sages bards saints heroes all | T |
| Whose names we glory to recall | T |
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| None mourn Him dead with deep moved soul | U |
| Whom living all our sires adored | V |
| None feel the heavy darkness roll | U |
| Stifling about us when the Lord | V |
| Leaves us to walk by our own light | J |
| That one pale speck in boundless Night | J |
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| That earthly lamp when sun and star | W |
| When all the heavenly lights are lost | X |
| Does it shed radiance round afar | W |
| Our pathway is by deep gulfs cross'd | X |
| It fathoms none We lift it high | A |
| It casts not one beam on the sky | A |
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| If He thus died as no more fit | Y |
| To lead the modern march of thought | Z |
| Supreme commanding guiding it | Y |
| With noblest love and wisdom fraught | Z |
| He was at least Divine and none | F |
| Of human souls can lead it on | F |
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| We pine in our dark living tomb | A2 |
| Waiting the God illumined One | F |
| Who only can disperse the gloom | A2 |
| Completing what the Dead begun | F |
| Or farther leading us some space | B2 |
| Toward our eternal resting place | B2 |
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| But Israel wanders shepherdless | B2 |
| Or gloom involved unloving lies | B2 |
| And in despair's stark sinfulness | B2 |
| Reviles the promised Paradise | B2 |
| It cannot reach Father divine | F |
| Let us not long thus hopeless pine | F |
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| Still the deep dirge notes long and low | C2 |
| Breathe forth strange anguish to recall | T |
| Could we forget our direst woe | C2 |
| A proud strong Age fast losing all | T |
| Earth has of heaven bereft of faith | M |
| And living in Eternal Death | N |
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| And loudly boastful of such life | D2 |
| Blinded by our material might | J |
| Absorbed in frantic worldly strife | D2 |
| Unconscious of the utter Night | J |
| Whose palpable and monstrous gloom | A2 |
| Is gathering for our spirits' tomb | A2 |
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| We feel as gods in our own hearts | B2 |
| Seeming to conquer Time and Space | B2 |
| Wealth gorging our imperial marts | B2 |
| Earth pregnant from the fierce embrace | B2 |
| Our matter lusting spirits press | B2 |
| With unexampled fruitfulness | B2 |
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| God answering well our worldly prayer | E2 |
| Our hearts' chief prayer through all the hours | B2 |
| Of selfish joy and sordid care | E2 |
| Comes down to us in golden showers | B2 |
| God turns to Mammon at our cry | A |
| Our souls wealth crushed dross stifled lie | A |
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| Those few how rich while this great mass | B2 |
| Myriads with equal greed for gold | F2 |
| Sink in such want and woe alas | B2 |
| As never can on earth be told | F2 |
| These starve and those yet wealthier rise | B2 |
| Meanwhile in both the spirit dies | B2 |
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| Hear now the thrilling dirge notes peal | G2 |
| The anguished cry in thunder rolls | B2 |
| The few yet left who think and feel | G2 |
| Who yearn with strenuous soaring souls | B2 |
| For more than earth or time can grant | H2 |
| Where where shall they appease their want | I2 |
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| Black disbelief substantial doubt | J2 |
| Wreathe blent into one louring cloud | S |
| Through which Heaven's light can scarce shine out | J2 |
| Round all the Faiths all in such shroud | S |
| Fade ghostlike to th' entombing Past | K2 |
| Our Heaven is wildly overcast | K2 |
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| Yet each Creed senile sick half dead | R |
| With bitter spite and doting rage | L2 |
| Reviles all others Whoso led | R |
| By thirst of love to pilgrimage | M2 |
| Seeks now old God given Wells of Life | D2 |
| Finds drought dry centres of vain strife | D2 |
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| And turns away in blank despair | E2 |
| To scoff or weep as fits his mood | N2 |
| God in Heaven hear our prayer | E2 |
| We know Thou art Allwise Allgood | O2 |
| Yet sink in godless misery | P2 |
| Oh teach us how to worship Thee | P2 |
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| II | A |
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| The great Form lies there nerveless still | Q2 |
| But as we fix our longing gaze | B2 |
| It grows in grandest beauty till | Q2 |
| We worship in entranced amaze | B2 |
| Such holy love and wisdom seem | R2 |
| To be there rapt in heavenly dream | R2 |
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| Oh if He may once more awake | S2 |
| Oh if it be not death but sleep | B |
| And He from that dread slumber break | S2 |
| Refreshed and strong full powered to sweep | B |
| The darkness from our path again | F |
| Once more the Guiding Star of men | F |
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| Yet though it be death view It well | E |
| The brow how nobly high and broad | T2 |
| What love on those shut lips might well | E |
| This Form sublimely templed God | U2 |
| And if not perfect is a shrine | F |
| Approaching well the most divine | F |
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| Do not turn hastily away | V2 |
| From mighty death to petty life | D2 |
| Gaze in deep reverence on the clay | V2 |
| With such a soul's expression rife | D2 |
| Read here read long the features worn | F |
| By One incarnate Heavenly born | F |
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| So may we hope to recognise | B2 |
| That Greater One who shall succeed | W2 |
| This death bound Monarch who now lies | B2 |
| In mute appealing for our need | W2 |
| God cannot long desert His earth | G |
| In the Old's death the New has birth | G |
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| What say we we know well this truth | X2 |
| There is no death for the Divine | F |
| Which lives in ever perfect youth | X2 |
| The Form alone its earthly shrine | F |
| Is subject to earth's mortal sway | V2 |
| Sickens and dies and rots away | V2 |
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| Thus each Form in its turn expires | B2 |
| No more with all revealed Truth rife | D2 |
| Which even at that time inspires | B2 |
| Some new and nobler form with life | D2 |
| Grander and vaster to express | B2 |
| More of Its infinite heavenliness | B2 |
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| Thus has it been since Time's first birth | G |
| Thus must it be for evermore | H |
| Still lie moth eaten on the earth | G |
| Old garments which this Spirit wore | H |
| Till soiled and rent they were off thrown | F |
| And wider flowing robes put on | F |
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| They could not grow with His great growth | Y2 |
| Pauseless though slow throughout the years | B2 |
| And vainly worshippers so loath | Y2 |
| To leave what lengthened use endears | B2 |
| May still the empty robes adore | H |
| Their virtue was from Him who wore | H |
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| Let none say the Divine is dead | R |
| Although this Form be soul less quite | J |
| The Heavenly Sun doth ever shed | R |
| His lifeful heat His saving light | J |
| Never our earth doth lose His ray | V2 |
| Save when she turns herself away | V2 |
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| Let none say the Divine is dumb | Z2 |
| Although His voice no more we hear | A3 |
| It is that we are deaf become | Z2 |
| For measured to each eye and ear | A3 |
| His glory shines His voice outspeaks | B2 |
| To each He gives the most it seeks | B2 |
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| Our spirits may for ever grow | C2 |
| And He will fill them as before | H |
| And still their measure overflow | C2 |
| With His unlessened infinite More | H |
| He gives us all we can receive | B3 |
| He teaches all we can believe | B3 |
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| The pure can see Him perfect pure | C3 |
| The strong feel Him Omnipotence | B2 |
| The wise All wise He is obscure | C3 |
| But to the gross and earth bound sense | B2 |
| Alas for us with blinded sight | J |
| Who dare to cry There is no light | J |
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| III | A |
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| Nay ask us not to rise and leave | B3 |
| Him from whom power and life seem gone | F |
| Say not that it is weak to grieve | B3 |
| Duty does not now urge us on | F |
| In vain ye urge too well we know | C2 |
| We cannot by our own strength go | C2 |
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| Vainly ye choose you Saviours now | F |
| Of men however good and wise | B2 |
| Be those your mean faith would endow | F |
| With power to which no man can rise | B2 |
| No best men living lure our faith | M |
| From the Divine though veiled in death | N |
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| Vainly ye wander every way | V2 |
| Throughout the earth in search of Heaven | F |
| Changing your useless path each day | V2 |
| With each new transient impulse given | F |
| By human guides who still agree | P2 |
| In naught but fallibility | P2 |
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| We should know better from the lore | H |
| Of worldly wisdom keen mistrust | Q |
| On which our minds so love to pore | H |
| Nor leave for any child of dust | Q |
| This One Divine to Him adhere | D3 |
| Till the diviner One appear | D3 |
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| My brothers let us own the truth | X2 |
| Bitter and mournful though it be | P2 |
| That we who spent our dreary youth | X2 |
| In foul and sensual slavery | P2 |
| Are all too slavish too unmanned | E3 |
| For Conquerors of the Promised Land | E3 |
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| In unprogressive wanderings | B2 |
| We plod the desert to and fro | C2 |
| And fiery serpents' mortal stings | B2 |
| Earthquake and sword and weary woe | C2 |
| And pestilence deal fearful death | N |
| Amongst us for our want of faith | M |
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| Far scattered o'er the Waste forlorn | F |
| Our bones shall whiten through the years | B2 |
| And startle pilgrims yet unborn | F |
| Our noblest captains priests and seers | B2 |
| Dark death shall one by one remove | F3 |
| For lack of wisdom faith or love | G3 |
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| Yet be we patient meek and pure | C3 |
| Unselfishly resigned to God's | B2 |
| Mysterious judgements and endure | C3 |
| Our sore scarce intermitted loads | B2 |
| Of grief and weary pain imbued | N2 |
| With sternly passive fortitude | N2 |
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| And pray that those who shall succeed | W2 |
| Prove worthy of a happier life | D2 |
| Than we dare ask for as our meed | W2 |
| That they a constant noble strife | D2 |
| Victorious against Ill may wage | L2 |
| And gain the glorious heritage | M2 |
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| Cease now to cry and storm and move | F3 |
| By such tumultuous toil opprcst | W2 |
| As without guidance vain must prove | F3 |
| When God keeps still can ye not rest | W2 |
| When He sends night so dark and deep | B |
| Why shrink from renovating sleep | B |
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| Sleep to His care resigned a space | B2 |
| That when He rises in His might | W2 |
| To lead our hosts from this dire place | B2 |
| We may have strength and heart to fight | W2 |
| All evils that would bar our way | V2 |
| And march unfaltering all the day | V2 |
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| Yes let us stay in loving grief | H3 |
| Which patient hope and trust yet cheer | D3 |
| Silent beside our silent Chief | H3 |
| Till His Successor shall appear | D3 |
| Till death's veil fall from off His face | B2 |
| Or One anointed take His place | B2 |
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| Nay our adoring love should have | I3 |
| More faith than to believe that He | P2 |
| Before Another comes to save | J3 |
| Can leave us in blind misery | P2 |
| Without a Guide God never can | F |
| So utterly depart from man | F |
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| We will move onward Let us trust | W2 |
| That there is life and saving power | O |
| In this dear Form which seems but dust | W2 |
| Arise arise though darkness lower | O |
| Earnest bold hearted cease to mourn | F |
| It shall before our hosts be borne | F |
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| Triumphantly He ever led | W2 |
| Our faithful armies while alive | K |
| What though His form be cold and dead | W2 |
| His Spirit doth that death survive | K |
| We conquer by that Soul this Form | K3 |
| Enshrined not ill while free and warm | K3 |
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| Thus men have honoured fellow men | F |
| Who dying left a lofty fame | L3 |
| And won most glorious victories then | F |
| By inspiration of a Name | L3 |
| If in men's names such life abode | W2 |
| Shall there not in His Son of God | W2 |
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| A dawn light creeps throughout the gloom | A2 |
| Sullenly sinks the storm of wrath | M3 |
| Life blossoms in our desert tomb | A2 |
| Mysteriously we find a path | M3 |
| Which leadeth on to Paradise | B2 |
| Thus to our love's faith He replies | B2 |
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| But while the dirge still rolls away | V2 |
| In passionate thunders wildly blent | W2 |
| With mournful moanings let us pray | V2 |
| Still on our Holy War intent | W2 |
| 'O God revive the seeming Dead | W2 |
| Or send Another in His stead | W2 |
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| 'The wintry midnight drear is past | W2 |
| But still the dawn gleams grey and cold | W2 |
| Dread phantoms haunt each restless blast | W2 |
| Our stumblings still are manifold | W2 |
| Oh let Thy cloudless Sun rise soon | F |
| And flood us with His summer noon ' | - |
James Thomson - (bysshe Vanolis)
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