Of Memory. From Proverbial Philosophy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMJNOPQ RDLJSJTULVWXXJMTYZTA 2JATH B2C2BLD2E2F2TLLG2M LTXB TH2TLI2GMJ2TBBLK2JXH 2HL2X MWhere art thou storehouse of the mind gamer of facts and fancies | A |
In what strange firmament are laid the beams of thine airy chambers | B |
Or art thou that small cavern the centre of the rolling brain | C |
Where still one sandy morsel testifieth man's original | D |
Or hast thou some grand globe some common hall of intellect | E |
Some spacious market place for thought where all do bring their wares | F |
And gladly rescued from the littleness the narrow closet of a self | G |
The privileged soul hath large access coming in the livery of learning | H |
Live we as isolated worlds perfect in substance and spirit | I |
Each a sphere with a special mind prisoned in its shell of matter | J |
Or rather as converging radiations parts of one majestic whole | K |
Beams of the Sun streams from the River branches of the mighty Tree | L |
Some bearing fruit some bearing leaves and some diseased and barren | M |
Some for the feast some for the floor and some how many for the fire | J |
Memory may be but a power of coming to the treasury of Fact | N |
A momentary self desertion an absence in spirit from the now | O |
An actual coursing hither and thither by the mind slipped from its leash | P |
A life as in the mystery of dreams spent within the limits of a moment | Q |
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A brutish man knoweth not this neither can a fool comprehend it | R |
But there be secrets of the memory deep wondrous and fearful | D |
Were I at Petra could I not declare My soul hath been here before me | L |
Am I strange to the columned halls the calm dead grandeur of Palmyra | J |
Know I not thy mount Cannel Have I not voyaged on the Danube | S |
Nor seen the glare of Arctic snows nor the black tents of the Tartar | J |
Is it then a dream that I remember the faces of them of old | T |
While wandering in the grove with Plato and listening to Zeno in the porch | U |
Paul have I seen and Pythagoras and the Stagyrite hath spoken me friendly | L |
And His meek eye looked also upon me standing with Peter in the palace | V |
Athens and Rome Persepolis and Sparta am I not a freeman of you all | W |
And chiefly can my yearning heart forget thee O Jerusalem | X |
For the strong magic of conception mingled with the fumes of memoiy | X |
Giveth me a life in all past time yea and addeth substance to the future | J |
Be ye my judges imaginative minds full fledged to soar into the sun | M |
Whose grosser natural thoughts the chemistry of wisdom hath sublimed | T |
Have ye not confessed to a feeling a consciousness strange and vague | Y |
That ye have gone this way before and walk again your daily life | Z |
Tracking an old routine and on some foreign strand | T |
Where bodily ye have never stood finding your own footsteps | A2 |
Hath not at times some recent friend looked out an old familiar | J |
Some newest circumstance or place teemed as with ancient memories | A |
A startling sudden flash lighteth up all for an instant | T |
And then it is quenched as in darkness and leaveth the cold spirit trembling | H |
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Memory is not wisdom idiots can rote volumes | B2 |
Yet what is wisdom without memory a babe that is strangled in its birth | C2 |
The path of the swallow in the air the path of the dolphan in the waters | B |
A cask running out a bottomless chasm such is wisdom without memory | L |
There be many wise who cannot store their knowledge | D2 |
Yet from themselves are they satisfied for the fountain is within | E2 |
There be many who store but have no wisdom of their own | F2 |
Lumbering their armoury with weapons their muscles cannot lift | T |
There be many thieves and robbers who glean and store unlawfully | L |
Calling in to memory's help some cunningly devised Cabala | L |
But to feed the mind with fatness to fill thy granary with corn | G2 |
Nor clog with chaff and straw the threshing floor of reason | M |
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Reap the ideas and house them well but leave the words high stubble | L |
Strive to store up what was thought despising what was said | T |
For the mind is a spirit and drinketh in ideas as flame melteth into flame | X |
But for words it must pack them as on floors cumbrous and perishable merchandize | B |
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To be pained for a minute to fear for an hour to hope for a week how long and weary ' | - |
But to remember fourscore years is to look back upon a day | T |
An avenue seemeth to lengthen in the eyes of the way faring man | H2 |
But let him turn those stationed elms crowd up within a yard | T |
Pace the lamp lit streets of some sleeping city | L |
The multitude of cressets shall seem one in the false picture of perspective | I2 |
Even so in sweet treachery dealeth the aged with himself | G |
He gazeth on the green hill tops while the marshes beneath are hidden | M |
And the partial telescope of memory pierceth the blank between | J2 |
To look with lingering love at the fan star of childhood | T |
Life is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints | B |
Whiles it spinneth there is light stop it all is darkness | B |
Life is as a morsel of frankincense burning in the hall of Eternity | L |
It is gone but its odorous cloud curleth to the lofty roof | K2 |
Life is as a lump of salt melting in the temple layer | J |
It is gone yet its savour reacheth to the farthest atom | X |
Even so for evil or for good is life the criterion of a man | H2 |
For its memories of sanctity or sin pervade all the firmament of being | H |
There is but the flitting moment wherein to hope or to enjoy | L2 |
But in the calendar of memory that moment is all time | X |
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Transcribed from Proverbial Philosophy by Mick Puttock August Spelling punctuation and grammer left mostly unchanged from the th edition | M |
Martin Farquhar Tupper
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