Of Indirect Influences. From Proverbial Philosophy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Face thy foe in the field and perchance thou wilt meet thy masterA
For the sword is chained to his wrist and his armour buckled for the battleB
But find him when he looketh not for thee aim between the joints of his harnessC
And the crest of his pride will be humbled his cruelty will bite the dustD
Beard not a lion in his den but fashion the secret pitfallE
So shalt thou conquer the strong thyself triumphing in weaknessC
The hurricane rageth fiercely and the promontory standeth in its mightF
Breasting the artillery of heaven as darts glance from the crocodileG
But the small continual creeping of the silent footsteps of the seaH
Mineth the wall of adamant and stealthily compasseth its ruinI
The weakness of accident is strong where the strength of design is weakJ
And a casual analogy convinceth when a mind heareth not argumentK
Will not a man listen be silent and prove thy maxim by exampleB
Never fear thou losest not thy hold though thy mouth doth not render a reasonI
Contend not in wisdom with a fool for thy sense maketh much of his conceitL
And some errors never would have thriven had it not been for learned refutationI
Yea much evil hath been caused by an honest wrestler for truthM
And much of unconscious good by the man that hated wisdomN
For the intellect judgeth closely and if thou overstep thy arguementL
Or seem not consistent with thyself or fail in thy direct purposeC
The mind that went along with thee shall stop and return without theeH
And thou shalt have raised a foe where thou mightest have won a friendL
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Hints shrewdly strown mightily disturb the spiritL
Where a bare faced accusation would be too ridiculous for calumnyH
The sly suggestion toucheth nerves and nerves contract the frondsO
And the sensitive mimosa of affection trembleth to its rootL
And friendships the growth of half a century those oaks that laugh at stormsP
Have been cankered in a night by a wonn even as the prophet's gourdL
Hast thou loved and not known jealousy for a sidelong lookQ
Can please or pain thy heart more than the multitude of proofsR
Hast thou hated and not learned that thy silent scornS
Doth deeper aggravate thy foe than loud cursing maliceC
A wise man prevaileth in power for he screeneth his battering engineI
But a fool tilteth headlong and his adversary is awareT
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Behold those broken arches that oriel all unglazedL
That crippled line of columns bleaching in the sunI
The delicate shaft stricken midway and the flying buttressC
Idly stretching forth to hold up tufted ivyH
Thinkest thou the thousand eyes that shine with rapture on a ruinI
Would have looked with half their wonder on the perfect pileG
And wherefore not but that light hints suggesting unseen beautiesU
Fill the complacent gazer with self grown conceitsU
And so the rapid sketch winneth more praise to the painterA
Than the consummate work elaborated on his easelB
And so the Helvetic lion caverned in the living rockV
Hath more of majesty and force than if upon a marble pedestalB
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Tell me daughter of taste what hath charmed thine ear in musicW
Is it the laboured theme the curious fugue or centoL
Nor rather the sparkles of intelligence flashing from some strange noteL
Or the soft melody of sounds far sweeter for simphcityL
Tell me thou son of science what hath filled thy mind in readingX
Is it the volume of detail where all is orderly set downY
And they that read may run nor need to stop and thinkZ
The book carefully accurate that counteth thee no better than a foolA2
Gorging the passive mind with annotated notesU
Nor rather the half suggested thoughts the riddles thou mayst solveB2
The fair ideas coyly peeping like young loves out of rosesU
The quaint arabesque conceptions half cherub and half flowerA
The light analogy or deep allusion trusted to thy learningX
The confidence implied in thy skill to unravel meaning mysteriesU
For ideas are ofttimes shy of the close furniture of wordsU
And thought wherein only is power may be best conveyed by a suggestionI
The flash that lighteth up a valley amid the dark midnight of a stormC2
Coineth the mind with that scene sharper than fifty summersU
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A worldly man boasteth in his pride that there is no power but of moneyH
And he judgeth the characters of men by the difiering measures of their meansU
He stealeth all goodly names as worth and value and substanceU
Which be the ancient heritage of Virtue but such an one ascribeth unto WealthD2
He spurneth the needy sage whose wisdom hath enriched nationsU
And the sons of poverty and learning without whom earth were a desertL
Music the soother of cares the tuner of the dank discordant heart stringsU
It is nought unto such an one but sounds whereby some earn their livingX
The poem and the picture and the statue to him seem idle baublesU
Which wealth condescendeth to favour to gain him the name of patronI
But little wotteth he the might of the means his folly despisethD2
He considereth not that these he the wires which move the puppets of the worldL
A sentence hath formed a character and a character subdued a kingdomN
A picture hath ruined souls or raised them to commerce with the skiesU
The pen hath shaken nations and stablished the world in peaceU
And the whole full horn of plenty been filled from the vial of scienceU
He regardeth man as sensual the monarch of created matterA
And careth not aught for mind that linketh him with spirits unseenE2
He feedeth his carcase and is glad though his soul be faint and famishedL
And the dull brute power of the body bindeth him a captive to himselfF2
Man liveth from hour to hour and knoweth not what may happenI
Influences circle him on all sides and yet must he answer for his actionsU
For the being that is master of himself bendeth events to his willG2
But a slave to selfish passion is the wavering creature of circumstanceU
To this man temptation is a poison to that man it addeth vigourA
And each may render to himself influences good or evilB
As thou directest the power harm or advantage will followH2
And the torrent that swept the valley may be led to turn a millG2
The wild electric flash that could have kindled cometsU
May by the ductile wire give ease to an ailing childL
For outward matter or event fashion not the character withinI2
But each man yielding or resisting fashioneth his mind for himselfF2
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Some have said What is in a name most potent plastic influenceU
A name is a word of character and repetition stablisheth the factL
A word of rebuke or of honour tending to obscurity or fameJ2
And greatest is the power of a mean when its power is least suspectedL
A low name is a thorn in the side that hindereth the footman in his runningX
But a name of ancestral renown shall often put the racer to his speedL
Few men have grown unto greatness whose names are allied to ridiculeA2
And many would never have been profligate but for the splendour of a nameJ2
A wise man scorneth nothing be it never so small or homelyH
For he knoweth not the secret laws that may bind it to great effectsU
The world in its boyhood was credidous and dreaded the vengeance of the starsU
The world in its dotage is not wiser fearing not the influence of small thingsU
Planets govern not the soul nor guide the destinies of manK2
But trifles lighter than straws are levers in the building up of characterA
A man hath the tiller in his hand and may steer against the currentL
Or may glide down idly with the stream till his vessel founder in the whirlpoolA2
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Transcribed from Proverbial Philosophy by Mick Puttock August Spelling punctuation and grammer left mostly unchanged from the th editionI

Martin Farquhar Tupper



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