Book Of Proverbs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDDBEEAABFFBGGH HBAAAAB AAIJIJ AAAA KAK AKA HLHL AHHA LL LL MAMA CMCM KNKN OHOH COOC PAAP CACA

CALL on the present day and night for noughtA
Save what by yesterday was broughtA
B
THE sea is flowing everC
The land retains it neverC
B
BE stirring man while yet the day is clearD
The night when none can work fast Draweth nearD
B
WHEN the heavy laden sighE
Deeming help and hope gone byE
Oft with healing power is heardA
Comfort fraught a kindly wordA
B
How vast is mine inheritance how glorious and sublimeF
For time mine own possession is the land I till is timeF
B
UNWARY saith ne'er lived a man more trueG
The deepest heart the highest head he knewG
In ev'ry place and time thou'lt find availingH
Uprightness judgment kindliness unfailingH
B
THOUGH the bards whom the Orient sun bath bless'dA
Are greater than we who dwell in the westA
Yet in hatred of those whom our equals we findA
In this we're not in the least behindA
B
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WOULD we let our envy burstA
Feed its hunger fully firstA
To keep our proper placeI
We'll show our bristles moreJ
With hawks men all things chaseI
Except the savage boarJ
-
BY those who themselves more bravely have foughtA
A hero's praise will be joyfully toldA
The worth of man can only be taughtA
By those who have suffer'd both heat and coldA
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WHEREFORE is truth so far from our eyesK
Buried as though in a distant landA
None at the proper moment are wiseK
-
Could they properly understandA
Truth would appear in her own sweet guiseK
Beauteous gentle and close at handA
-
WHY these inquiries makeH
Where charity may flowL
Cast in the flood thy cakeH
Its eater who will knowL
-
ONCE when I a spider had kill'dA
Then methought wast right or wrongH
That we both to these times should belongH
This had God in His goodness willedA
-
MOTLEY this congregation is for loL
At the communion kneel both friend and foeL
-
IF the country I'm to showL
Thou must on the housetop goL
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A MAN with households twainM
Ne'er finds attention meetA
A house wherein two women reignM
Is ne'er kept clean and neatA
-
BLESS thou dread CreatorC
Bless this humble faneM
Man may build them greaterC
More they'll not containM
-
LET this house's glory riseK
Handed to far ages downN
And the son his honour prizeK
As the father his renownN
-
O'ER the Mediterranean seaO
Proudly hath the Orient sprungH
Who loves Hafis and knows him heO
Knows what Caldron hath sungH
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IF the ass that bore the SaviourC
Were to Mecca driven heO
Would not alter but would beO
Still an ass in his behaviorC
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THE flood of passion storms with fruitless strifeP
'Gainst the unvanquished solid landA
It throws poetic pearls upon the strandA
And thus is gain'd the prize of lifeP
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WHEN so many minstrels there areC
How it pains me alas to know itA
Who from the earth drives poetry farC
Who but the poetA

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe



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