Solomon On The Vanity Of The World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Power. Book Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The ArgumentA
Solomon considers man through the several stages and conditions of life and concludes in general that we are all miserable He reflects more particularly upon the trouble and uncertainty of greatness and power gives some instances thereof from Adam down to himself and still concludes that All Is Vanity He reasons again upon life death and a future being finds human wisdom too imperfect to resolve his doubts has recourse to religion is informed by an angel what shall happen to himself his family and his kingdom till the redemption of Israel and upon the whole resolves to submit his inquiries and anxieties to the will of his CreatorB
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Come then my soul I call thee by that nameC
Thou busy thing from whence I know I amD
For knowing that I am I know thou artE
Since that must needs exist which can impartE
But how thou camest to be or whence thy springF
For various of thee priests and poets singF
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Hearest thou submissive but a lowly birthG
Some secret particles of finer earthG
A plain effect which Nature must begetH
As motion orders and as atoms meetI
Companion of the body's good or illJ
From force of instinct more than choice of willJ
Conscious of fear or valour joy or painK
As the wild courses of the blood ordainK
Who as degrees of heat and cold prevailL
In youth dost flourish and with age shalt failL
Till mingled with thy partner's latest breathM
Thou fliest dissolved in air and lost in deathM
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Or if thy great existence would aspireN
To causes more sublime of heavenly fireB
Wert thou a spark struck off a separate rayO
Ordain'd to mingle with terrestrial clayO
With it condemn'd for certain years to dwellP
To grieve its frailties and its pains to feelQ
To teach it good and ill disgrace or fameC
Pale it with rage or redden it with shameC
To guide its actions with informing careR
In peace to judge to conquer in the warS
Render it agile witty valiant sageT
As fits the various course of human ageT
Till as the earthly part decays and fallsU
The captive breaks her prison's mouldering wallsU
Hovers awhile upon the sad remainsV
Which now the pile or sepulchre containsV
And thence with liberty unbounded fliesW
Impatient to regain her native skiesW
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Whate'er thou art where'er ordain'd to goX
Points which we rather may dispute than knowX
Come on thou little inmate of this breastY
Which for thy sake from passions'l divestY
For these thou say'st raise all the stormy strifeZ
Which hinder thy repose and trouble lifeZ
Be the fair level of thy actions laidA2
As temperance wills and prudence may persuadeA2
By thy affections undisturb'd and clearB2
Guided to what may great or good appearB2
And try if life be worth the liver's careR
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Amass'd in man there justly is beheldA2
What through th whole creation has excell'dA2
The angel's forecast and intelligenceC2
Say from these glorious seeds what harvest flowsD2
Recount our blessings and compare our woesD2
In its true light let clearest reason seeE2
The man dragg'd out to act and forced to beE2
Helpless and naked on a woman's kneesF2
To be exposed or rear'd as she may pleaseF2
Feel her neglect and pine from her diseaseF2
His tender eye by too direct a rayO
Wounded and flying from unpractised dayO
His heart assaulted by invading airR
And beating fervent to the vital warS
To his young sense how various forms appearB2
That strike this wonder and excite his fearB2
By his distortions he reveals his painsV
He by his tears and by his sighs complainsV
Till time and use assist the infant wretchG2
By broken words and rudiments of speechG2
His wants in plainer characters to showG2
And paint more perfect figures of his woG2
Condemn'd to sacrifice his childish yearsH2
To babbling ignorance and to empty fearsH2
To pass the riper period of his ageT
Acting his part upon a crowded stageT
To lasting toils exposed and endless caresI2
To open dangers and to secret snaresI2
To malice which the vengeful foe intendsJ2
And the more dangerous love of seeming friendsJ2
His deeds examined by the people's willJ
Prone to forget the good and blame the illJ
Or sadly censured in their cursed debateA2
Who in the scorner's or the judge's seatA2
Dare to condemn the virtue which they hateA2
Or would he rather leave this frantic sceneK2
And trees and beasts prefer to courts and menL2
In the remotest wood and lonely grotA2
Certain to meet that worst of evils thoughtA2
Different ideas to his memory broughtA2
Some intricate as are the pathless woodsM2
Impetuous some as the descending floodsN2
With anxious doubts with raging passions tornO2
No sweet companion near with whom to mournO2
He hears the echoing rock return his sighsW
And from himself the frighted hermit fliesW
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Thus through what path soe'er of life we roveP2
Rage companies our hate and grief our loveQ2
Vex'd with the present moment's heavy gloomR2
Why seek we brightness from the years to comeS2
Disturb'd and broken like a sick man's sleepT2
Our troubled thoughts to distant prospects leapT2
Desirous still what flies us to o'ertakeX
For hope is but the dream of those that wakeX
But looking back we see the dreadful trainK
Of woes anew which were we to sustainK
We should refuse to tread the path againL2
Still adding grief still counting from the firstA2
Judging the latest evil still the worstA2
And sadly finding each progressive hourB
Heighten their number and augment their powerB
Till by one countless sum of woes oppress'dA2
Hoary with cares and ignorant of restA2
We find the vital springs relax'd and wornO2
Compell'd our common impotence to mournO2
Thus through the round of age to childhood we returnU2
Reflecting find that naked from the wombR2
We yesterday came forth that in the tombR2
Naked again we must to morrow lieV2
Born to lament to labour and to dieV2
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Pass we the ills which each man feels or dreadsW2
The weight or fall'n or hanging o'er our headsW2
The bear the lion terrors of the plainK
The sheepfold scatter'd and the shepherd slainK
The frequent errors of the pathless woodA2
The giddy precipice and the dangerous floodA2
The noisome pestilence that in open warS
Terrible marches through the mid way airR
And scatters death the arrow that by nightA2
Cuts the dank mist and fatal wings its flightA2
The billowing snow and violence of the showerB
That from the hills disperse their dreadful storeS
And o'er the vales collected ruin pourS
The worm that gnaws the ripening fruit sad guestA2
Canker or locust hurtful to infestA2
The blade while husks elude the tiller's careR
And eminence of want distinguishes the yearB2
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Pass we the slow disease and subtile painK
Which our weak frame is destined to sustainK
The cruel stone with congregated warS
Tearing his bloody way the cold catarrhS
With frequent impulse and continued strifeZ
Weakening the wasted seeds of irksome lifeZ
The gout's fierce rack the burning fever's rageT
The sad experience of decay and ageT
Herself the sorest ill while death and easeF2
Oft and in vain invoked or to appeaseF2
Or end the grief with hasty wings recedeA2
From the vex'd patient and the sickly bedA2
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Nought shall it profit that the charming fairS
Angelic softest work of Heaven draws nearS
To the cold shaking paralytic handA2
Senseless of Beauty's touch or Love's commandA2
No longer apt or able to fulfilV2
The dictates of its feeble master's willV2
Nought shall the psaltery and the harp availV2
The pleasing song or well repeated taleV2
When the quick spirits their warm march forbearS
And numbing coldness has unbraced the earS
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The verdant rising of the flowery hillV2
The vale enamell'd and the crystal rillV2
The ocean rolling and the shelly shoreS
Beautiful objects shall delight no moreS
When the lax'd sinews of the weaken'd eyeV2
Day follows night the clouds return againL2
After the falling of the latter rainK
But to the aged blind shall ne'er returnU2
Grateful vicissitude he still must mournO2
The sun and moon and every starry lightA2
Eclipsed to him and lost in everlasting nightA2
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Behold where Age's wretched victim liesW
See his head trembling and his half closed eyesW
Frequent for breath his panting bosom heavesX2
To broken sleeps his remnant sense he givesY2
And only by his pains awaking finds he livesY2
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Loosed by devouring Time the silver cordA2
Dissever'd lies unhonour'd from the boardA2
The crystal urn when broken is thrown byV2
And apter utensils their place supplyV2
These things and thou must share one equal lotA2
Die and be lost corrupt and be forgotA2
While still another and another raceZ2
Shall now supply and now give up the placeZ2
From earth all came to earth must all returnU2
Frail as the cord and brittle as the urnU2
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But the terror of these ills suppress'dA2
And view we man with health and vigour bless'dA2
Home he returns with the declining sunA3
His destined task of labour hardly doneA3
Goes forth again with the ascending rayS
Again his travail for his bread to payS
And find the ill sufficient to the dayS
Haply at night he does with honour shunA3
A widow'd daughter or a dying sonA3
His neighbour's offspring he to morrow seesF2
And doubly feels his want in their increaseB3
The next day and the next he must attendA2
His foe triumphant or his buried friendA2
In every act and turn of life he feelsC3
Public calamities or household illsD3
The due reward to just desert refusedA2
The trust betray'd the nuptial bed abusedA2
The judge corrupt the long depending causeE3
And doubtful issue of misconstrued lawsF3
The crafty turns of a dishonest stateA2
And violent will of the wrong doing greatA2
The venom'd tongue injurious to his fameC
Which nor can wisdom shun nor fair advice reclaimC
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Esteem we these my friend event and chanceG3
Produced as atoms form their fluttering danceG3
Or higher yet their essence may we drawS
From destined order and eternal lawS
Again my Muse the cruel doubt repeatA2
Spring they I say from accident or fateA2
Yet such we find they are as can controlV2
The servile actions of our wavering soulV2
Can fright can alter or can chain the willV2
Their ills all built on life that fundamental illV2
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O fatal search in which the labouring mindA2
Still press'd with weight of wo still hopes to findA2
A shadow of delight a dream of peaceB3
From years of pain one moment of releaseB3
Hoping at least she may herself deceiveH3
Against experience willing to believeH3
Desirous to rejoice condemn'd to grieveH3
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Happy the mortal man who now at lastA2
Has through this doleful vale of misery pass'dA2
Who to his destined stage has carried onI3
The tedious load and laid his burden downJ3
Whom the cut brass or wounded marble showsD2
Victor o'er Life and all her train of woesD2
He happier yet who privileged by FateA2
To shorter labour and a lighter weightA2
Received but yesterday the gift of breathM
Order'd to morrow to return to deathM
But O beyond description happiest heE2
Who ne'er must roll on life's tumultuous seaE2
Exempt must never force the teeming wombR2
Nor see the sun nor sink into the tombR2
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Who breathes must suffer and who thinks must mournO2
And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was bornO2
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Yet in thy turn thou frowning Preacher hearS
Are not these general maxims too severeS
Say cannot power secure its owner's blissK3
Are victors bless'd with fame or kings with easeF2
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I tell thee life is but one common careS
And man was born to suffer and to fearS
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But is no rank no station no degreeE2
From this contagious taint of sorrow freeE2
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None mortal none yet in a bolder strainK
Let me this melancholy truth maintainK
But hence ye worldly and profane retireS
For I adapt my voice and raise my lyreS
To notions not by vulgar ear receivedA2
Yet still must covet life and be deceivedA2
Your very fear of death shall make you tryV2
To catch the shade of immortalityE2
Wishing on earth to linger and to saveL3
Part of its prey from the devouring graveL3
To those who may survive ye to bequeathM3
Something entire in spite of time and deathM
A fancied kind of being to retrieveH3
And in a book or from a building liveN3
False hope vain labour let some ages flyV2
The dome shall moulder and the volume dieV2
Wretches still taught still will ye think it strangeO3
That all the parts of this great fabric changeO3
Quit their high station and primeval frameC
And lose their shape their essence and their nameC
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Reduce the song our hopes our joys are vainK
Our lot is sorrow and our portion painK
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What pause from wo what hopes of comfort bringX
The name of wise or great of judge or kingX
What is a king a man condemn'd to bearS
The public burden of the nation's careS
Now crown'd some angry faction to appeaseF2
Now falls a victim to the people's easeF2
From the first blooming of his ill taught youthP3
Nourish'd flattery and estranged from truthP3
At home surrounded by a servile crowdA2
Prompt to abuse and in detraction loudA2
Abroad begirt with men and swords and spearsH2
His very state acknowledging his fearsH2
Marching amidst a thousand guards he showsD2
His secret terror of a thousand foesD2
In war however prudent great or braveL3
To blind events and fickle chance a slaveL3
Seeking to settle what for ever fliesW
Sure of the toil uncertain of the prizeW
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But he returns with conquest on his browS
Brings up the triumph and absolves the vowS
The captive generals to his car are tiedA2
The joyful citizens tumultuous tideA2
Echoing his glory gratify his prideA2
What is this triumph madness shouts and noiseQ3
One great collection of the people's voiceR3
The wretches he brings back in chains relateA2
What may to morrow be the victor's fateA2
The spoils and trophies borne before him showG2
National loss and epidemic woG2
Various distress which he and his may knowG2
Does he not mourn the valiant thousands slainK
The heroes once the glory of the plainK
Left in the conflict of the fatal dayS
Or the wolf's portion or the vulture's preyS
Does he not weep the laurel which he wearsI2
Wet with the soldiers' blood and widows tearsI2
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See where he comes the darting of the warS
See millions crowding round the gilded carS
In the vast joys of this ecstatic hourS
And full fruition of successful powerS
One moment and one thought might let him scanS3
The various turns of life and fickle state of manS3
Are the dire images of sad distrustA2
And popular change obscured amid the dustA2
That rises from the victor's rapid wheelV2
Can the loud clarion or shrill life repelV2
The inward cries of Care can Nature's voiceR3
Plaintive be drown'd or lessen'd in the noiseQ3
Though shouts as thunder loud afflict the airS
Stun the birds now released and shake the ivory chairS
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Yon crowd he might reflect yon joyful crowdA2
Pleased with my honours in my praise loudA2
Should fleeting victory to the vanquish'd goG2
Should she depress my arms and raise the foeG2
Would for that foe with equal ardour waitA2
At the high palace or the crowded gateA2
With restless rage would pull my statues downJ3
And cast the brass anew to his renownJ3
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O impotent desire of worldly swayS
That I who make the triumph of to dayS
May of to morrow's pomp one part appearS
Ghastly with wounds and lifeless on the bierS
Then vileness of mankind then of all theseF2
Whom my dilated eye with labour seesF2
Would one alas repeat me good or greatA2
Wash my pale body or bewail my fateA2
Or march'd I chain'd behind the hostile carS
The victor's pastime and the sport of warS
Would one would one his pitying sorrow lendA2
Or be so poor to own he was my friendA2
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Avails it then O Reason to be wiseW
To see this cruel scene with quicker eyesW
To know with more distinction to complainK
And have superior sense in feeling painK
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Let us resolve that roll with strictest eyeV2
Where safe from time distinguish'd actions lieV2
And judge if greatness be exempt from painK
Or pleasure ever may with power remainK
Adam great type for whom the world was madeA2
The fairest blessing to his arms convey'dA2
A charming wife and air and sea and landA2
And all that move therein to his commandA2
Render'd obedient say my pensive MuseT3
What did these golden promises produceU3
Scarce tasting life he was of joy bereavedA2
One day I think in Paradise he livedA2
Destined the next his journey to pursueV3
Where wounding thorns and cursed thistles grewV3
Ere yet he earns his bread adown his browS
Inclined to earth his labouring sweat must flowG2
His limbs must ache with daily toils oppress'dA2
Ere long wish'd night brings necessary restA2
Still viewing with regret his darling EveH3
He for her follies and his own must grieveH3
Bewailing still afresh their hapless choiceR3
His ear oft frighted with the imaged voiceR3
Of Heaven when first it thundere'd oft his viewV3
Aghast as when the infant lightning flewV3
And the stern cherub stopp'd the fatal roadA2
Arm'd with the flames of an avenging GodA2
His younger son on the polluted groundA2
First fruit of death lies plaintive of a woundA2
Given by a brother's hand his eldest birthG
Flies mark'd by Heaven a fugitive o'er earthG
Yet why these sorrows heap'd upon the sireS
Becomes nor man nor angel to inquireS
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Each age sinn'd on and guild advanced with timeW3
The son still added to the father's crimeW3
Till God arose and great in anger saidA2
Lo it repenteth me that man was madeA2
And from your deep abyss ye waters riseW
The frighted angels heard th' Almighty LordA2
And o'er the earth from wrathful vials pour'dA2
Tempests and storm obedient to his wordA2
Meantime his providence to Noah gaveL3
The guard of all that he design'd to saveL3
Exempt from general doom the patriarch stoodA2
Contemn'd the waves and triumph'd o'er the floodA2
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The winds fall silent and the waves decreaseB3
The dove brings quiet and the clive peaceB3
Yet still his heart does inward sorrow feelV2
Which faith alone forbids him to revealV2
If on the backward world his views are castA2
'Tis death diffused and universal wasteA2
Present sad prospect can he ought descryS
But what affects his melancholy eyeV2
The beauties of the ancient fabric lostA2
In chains of craggy hill or lengths of dreary coastA2
While to high heaven his pious breathings turn'dA2
Weeping he hoped and sacrificing mourn'dA2
When of God's image only eight he foundA2
Snatch'd from the watery grave and saved from nations drown'dA2
And of three sons the future hopes of earthG
The seed whence empires must receive their birthG
One he foresees excluded heavenly graceZ2
And mark'd with curses fatal to his raceZ2
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Abraham potent prince the friend of GodA2
Of human ills must bear the destined loadA2
By blood and battles must his power maintainK
And slay the monarchs ere he rules the plainK
Must deal just portions of a servile lifeZ
To a proud handmaid and a peevish wifeZ
Must with the mother leave the weeping sonA3
In want to wander and in wilds to groanX3
Must take his other child his age's hopeY3
To trembling Moriah's melancholy topZ3
Order'd to drench his knife in filial bloodA2
Destroy his heir or disobey his GodA2
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Moses beheld that God but how beheldA2
The Deity in radiant beams conceal'dA2
And clouded in a deep abyss of lightA2
While present too severe for human sightA2
Nor staying longer than one swift wing'd nightA2
The following days and months and years decreedA2
To fierce encounter and to toilsome deedA2
His youth with wants and hardships must engageT
Plots and rebellions must disturb his ageT
Some Corah still arose some rebel slaveL3
Prompter to sink the state than he to saveL3
And Israel did his rage so far provokeX
That what the Godhead wrote the prophet brokeX
His voice scarce heard his dictates scarce believedA2
In camps in arms in pilgrimage he livedA2
And died obedient to severest lawS
Forbid to tread the Promised land he sawS
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My father's life was one long line of careS
A scene of danger and a state of warS
The bear's rough gripe and foaming lion's rageT
By various turns his threaten'd youth must fearS
Goliath's lifted sword and Saul's emitted spearS
Forlorn he must and persecuted flyV2
Climb the steep mountain in the cavern lieV2
And often ask and be refused to dieV2
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For ever from his manly toils are knownX3
The weight of power and anguish of a crownJ3
What tongue can speak the restless monarch's woesD2
When God and Nathan were declared his foesD2
When every object his offence reviledA2
The husband murder'd and the wife defiledA2
The parent's sins impress'd upon the dying childA2
What heart can think the grief which he sustain' dA2
When the King's crime brought vengeance on the landA2
And the inexorable prophet's voiceR3
Give famine plague or war and bid him fix his choiceR3
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He died and oh may no reflection shedA2
Its poisonous venom on the royal deadA2
Yet the unwilling truth must be express'dA2
Which long has labour'd in this pensive breastA2
Dying he added to my weight of careS
He made me to his crimes undoubted heirS
Left his unfinish'd murder to his sonA3
And Joab's blood entail'd on Judah's crownJ3
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Young as I was I hasted to fulfilV2
The cruel dictates of my parent's willV2
Of his fair deeds a distant view I tookX
But turn'd the tube upon his faults to lookX
Forgot his youth spent in his country's causeE3
His care of right his reverence to the lawsF3
But could with joy his years of folly traceZ2
Broken and old in Bathsheba's embraceZ2
Could follow him where'er he stray'd from goodA2
And cite his sad example whilst I trodA2
Paths open to deceit and track'd with bloodA2
With smiles I could betray with temper killV2
Soon in a brother could a rival viewV3
Watch all his acts and all his ways pursueV3
In vain for life he to the altar fledA2
Ambition and Revenge have certain speedA2
Even there my soul even there he should have fellV2
But that my interest did my rage concealV2
Doubling my crime I promise and deceiveH3
Purpose to slay whilst swearing to forgiveA4
Treaties persuasions sighs and tears are vainK
With a mean lie cursed vengeance I sustainK
Join fraud to force and policy to powerS
Till of the destined fugitive secureS
In solemn state to parricide I riseW
And as God lives this day my brother diesW
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Be witness to my tears celestial MuseT3
In vain I would forget in vain excuseU3
Fraternal blood by my direction spiltA2
In vain on Joab's head transfer the guiltA2
The deed was acted by the subject's handA2
The sword was pointed by the King's commandA2
Mine was the murder it was mine aloneX3
Years of contrition must the crime atoneX3
Nor can my guilty soul expect reliefB4
But from a long sincerity of griefB4
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With an imperfect hand and trembling heartA2
Her love of truth superior to her artA2
Already the reflecting Muse has tracedA2
The mournful figures of my actions pastA2
The pensive goddess has already taughtA2
How vain is hope and how vexatious thoughtA2
From growing childhood to declining ageT
How tedious every step how gloomy every stageT
This course of vanity almost completeA2
Tired in the field of life I hope retreatA2
In the still shades of death for dread and painK
And grief will find their shafts elanced in vainK
And their points broke retorted from the headA2
Safe in the grave and free among the deadA2
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Yet tell me frighted reason what is deathM
Blood only stopp'd and interrupted breathM
The utmost limit of a narrow spanS3
And end of motion which with life beganS3
As smoke that rises from the kindling firesC4
Is seen this moment and the next expiresC4
As empty clouds by rising winds are lostA2
Their fleeting forms scarce sooner found than lostA2
So vanishes our state so pass our daysD4
So life but opens now and now decaysD4
The cradle and the tomb alas so nighV2
To live is scarce distinguish'd from to dieV2
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Cure of the miser's wish and coward's fearS
Death only shows us what we knew was nearS
With courage therefore view the pointed hourS
Dread not Death's anger but expect his powerS
Nor Nature's law with fruitless sorrow mournO2
But die O mortal man for thou wast bornO2
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Cautious through doubt by want of courage wiseW
To such advice the reasoner still repliesW
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Yet measuring all the long continued spaceZ2
Every successive day's repeated raceZ2
Since Time first started from his pristine goalV2
Till he had reach'd that hour wherein my soulV2
Join'd to my body swell'd the womb I wasE3
At least I think so nothing must I passE4
Again to nothing when this vital breathM
Ceasing consigns me o'er to rest and deathM
Must the whole man amazing thought returnU2
To the cold marble or contracted urnU2
And never shall those particles agreeA2
That were in life this individual heA2
But sever'd must they join the general massE4
Through other forms and shapes ordain'd to passE4
Nor thought nor image kept of what he wasE3
Does the great word that gave him sense ordainK
That life shall never wake that sense againL2
And will no power his sinking spirits saveL3
From the dark caves of death and chambers of the graveL3
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Each evening I behold the setting sunA3
With downward speed into the ocean runA3
Yet the same light pass but some fleeting hoursC4
Exerts his vigour and renews his powersC4
Starts the bright race again his constant flameC
Rises and sets returning still the sameC
I mark the various fury of the windsF4
These neither seasons guide nor order bindsG4
They now dilate and now contract their forceH4
Various their speed but endless is their courseH4
From his first fountain and beginning oozeT3
Down to the sea each brook and torrent flowsD2
Though sundry drops or leave or swell the streamI4
The whole still runs with equal pace the sameC
Still other waves supply the rising urnsD2
And the eternal flood no want of water mournsD2
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Why then must man obey the sad decreeA2
Which subjects neither sun nor wind nor seaA2
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A flower that does with opening morn ariseD2
And flourishing the day at evening diesD2
A winged eastern blast just skimming o'erS
The ocean's brow and sinking on the shoreS
A fire whose flames through crackling stubbles flyV2
A meteor shooting from the summer skyV2
A bowl adown the bending mountain roll'dA2
A bubble breaking and a fable toldA2
A noontide shadow and a midnight dreamI4
Are emblems which with semblance apt proclaimC
Our earthly course but O my Soul so fastA2
Must life run off and death for ever lastA2
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This dark opinion sure is too confinedA2
Else whence this hope and terror of the mindA2
Does something still and somewhere yet remainK
Reward or punishment delight or painK
Say shall our relics second birth receiveH3
Sleep we to wake and only die to liveN3
When the sad wife has closed her husband's eyesD2
And pierced the echoing vault with doleful criesD2
Lies the pale corpse not yet entirely deadA2
The spirit only from the body fledA2
The grosser part of heat and motion voidA2
To be by fire or worm or time destroy'dA2
The soul immortal substance to remainK
Conscious of joy and capable of painK
And if her acts have been directed wellV2
While with her friendly clay she deign'd to dwellV2
Shall she with safety reach her pristine seatA2
Find her rest endless and her bliss completeA2
And while the buried man we idly mournO2
Do angels joy to see his better half returnU2
But if she has deform'd this earthly lifeZ
With murderous rapine and seditious strifeZ
Amazed repulsed and by those angels drivenA3
From the ethereal seat and blissful heavenA3
In everlasting darkness must she lieV2
Still more unhappy that she cannot dieV2
Amid two seas on one small point of landA2
Wearied uncertain and amazed we standA2
On either side our thoughts incessant turnU2
Forward we dread and looking back we mournO2
Losing the present in this dubious hasteA2
And lost ourselves betwixt the future and the pastA2
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These cruel doubts contending in my breastA2
My reason staggering and my hopes oppress'dA2
Once more I said once more I will inquireS
What is this little agile pervious fireS
This flattering motion which we call the MindA2
How does she act and where is she confinedA2
Have we the power to give her as we pleaseD2
Whence then those evils that obstruct our easeD2
We happiness pursue we fly from painK
Yet the pursuit and yet the flight is vainK
And while poor Nature labours to be bless'dA2
By day with pleasure and by night with restA2
Some stronger power eludes our sickly willV2
Dashes our rising hope with certain illV2
And makes us with reflective trouble seeA2
That all is destined which we fancy freeA2
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That power superior then which rules our mindA2
Is his decree by human prayer inclinedA2
Will he for sacrifice our sorrows easeD2
And can our tears reverse his firm decreesD2
Then let religion aid where reason failsD2
Throw loads of incense in to turn the scalesD2
And let the silent sanctuary showG2
What from the babbling schools we may not knowG2
How man may shun or bear his destined part of woG2
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What shall amend or what absolve our fateA2
Anxious we hover in a mediate stateA2
Betwixt infinity and nothing boundsD2
Or boundless terms whose doubtful sense confoundsD2
Unequal thought whilst all we apprehendA2
Is that our hopes must rise our sorrows endA2
As our Creator deigns to be our friendA2
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I said and instant bade the priests prepareS
The ritual sacrifice and solemn prayerS
Select from vulgar herds with garlands gayS
A hundred bulls ascend the sacred wayS
The artful youth proceed to form the choirS
They breathe the flute or strike the vocal wireS
The maids in comely order next advanceD2
They beat the timbrel and instruct the danceD2
Follows the chosen tribe from Levi sprungX
Chanting by just return the holy songX
Along the choir in solemn state they pass'dA2
The anxious King came lastA2
The sacred hymn perform'd my promised vowS
I paid and bowing at the altar lowG2
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Father of heaven I said and Judge of earthG
Whose word call'd out this universe to birthG
By whose kind power and influencing careS
The various creatures move and live and areS
But ceasing once that care withdrawn that powerS
They move alas and live and are no moreS
Omniscient Master omnipresent KingX
To thee to thee my last distress I bringX
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Thou that canst still the raging of the seasD2
Chain up the winds and bid the tempests ceaseD2
Redeem my shipwreck'd soul from raging gustsD2
Of cruel passion and deceitful lustsD2
From storms of rage and dangerous rocks of prideA2
Let thy strong hand this little vessel guideA2
It was thy hand that made it through the tideA2
Impetuous of this life let thy commandA2
Direct my course and bring me safe to landA2
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If while this wearied flesh draws fleeting breathM
Not satisfied with life afraid of deathM
It haply be thy will that I should knowG2
Glimpse of delight or pause from anxious woG2
From now from instant now great Sire dispelV2
The clouds that press my soul from now revealV2
A gracious beam of light from now inspireS
My tongue to sing my hand to touch the lyreS
My open'd thought to joyous prospects raiseD2
And for thy mercy let me sing thy praiseD2
Or if thy will ordains I still shall waitA2
Some new hereafter and a future stateA2
Permit me strength my weight of wo to bearS
And raise my mind superior to my careS
Let me howe'er unable to explainK
The secret lab'rinths of thy ways to manS3
With humble zeal confess thy awful powerS
Still weeping hope and wondering still adoreS
So in my conquest be thy might declaredA2
And for thy justice be thy name reveredA2
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My prayer scarce ended a stupendous gloomR2
Darkens the air loud thunder shakes the domeJ4
To the beginning miracle succeedA2
An awful silence and religious dreadA2
Sudden breaks forth a more than common dayS
The sacred wood which on the alter layS
Untouch'd unlighted glowsD2
Ambrosial odour such as never flowsD2
From Arab's gum or the Sabaean roseD2
Does round the air evolving scents diffuseD2
The holy ground is wet with heavenly dewsD2
Celestial music such Jessides' lyreS
Such Miriam's timbrel would in vain requireS
Strikes to my thought through admiring earS
With ecstasy too fine and pleasure hard to bearS
And lo what sees my ravish'd eye what feelsD2
My wondering soul an opening cloud revealsD2
A heavenly form embodied and array'dA2
With robes of light I heard the angel saidA2
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Cease Man of women born to hope reliefB4
From daily trouble and continued griefB4
Thy hope of joy deliver to the windA2
Suppress thy passions and prepare thy mindA2
Free and familiar with misfortune growG2
Be used to sorrow and inured to woG2
By weakening toil and hoary age o'ercomeJ4
See thy decrease and hasting to thy tombJ4
Leave to thy children tumult strife and warS
Portions of toil and legacies of careS
Send the successive ills through ages downJ3
And let each weeping father tell his sonA3
That deeper struck and more distinctly grievedA2
He must augment the sorrows he receivedA2
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The child to whose success thy hope is boundA2
Ere thou art scarce interr'd or he is crown'dA2
To lust of arbitrary sway inclinedA2
That cursed poison to the prince's mindA2
Shall from thy dictates and his duty roveP2
And lose his great defence his people's loveQ2
Ill counsell'd vanquish'd fugitive disgracedA2
Shall mourn the fame of Jacob's strength effacedA2
Shall sigh the King diminish'd and the crownJ3
With lessen'd rays descending to his sonA3
Shall see the wreaths his grandsire knew to reapT2
By active toil and military sweatA2
Rining incline their sickly leaves and shedA2
Their falling honours from his giddy headA2
By arms or prayer unable to assuageT
Domestic horror and intestine rageT
Shall from the victor and the vanquish'd fearS
From Israel's arrow and from Judah's spearS
Shall cast his wearied limbs on Jordan's floodA2
By brothers' arms disturb'd and stain'd with kindred bloodA2
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Hence labouring years shall weep their destined raceD2
Charged with ill omens sully'd with disgraceD2
Time by necessity compell'd shall goG2
Through scenes of war and epochas of woG2
The empire lessen' d in a parted streamJ4
Shall lose its courseD2
Indulge thy tears the Heathen shall blasphemeJ4
Judah shall fall oppress'd by grief and shameJ4
And men shall from her ruins know her fameJ4
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New Egypts yet and second bonds remainK
A harsher Pharaoh and a heavier chainK
Again obedient to a dire commandA2
Thy captive sons shall leave the promised landA2
Their name more low their servitude more vileV2
Shall on Euphrates' bank renew the grief of NileV2
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These pointed spires that wound the ambient skyV2
Inglorious change shall in destruction lieV2
Low levell'd with the dust their heights unknownX3
Or measured by their ruin Yonder throneX3
For lasting glory built design'd the seatA2
Of kings for ever bless'd for ever greatA2
Removed by the invader's barbarous handA2
Shall grace his triumph in a foreign landA2
The tyrant shall demand yon' sacred loadA2
Of gold and vessels set apart to GodA2
Then by bile hands to common use debasedA2
Shall send them flowing round his drunken feastA2
With sacrilegious taunt and impious jestA2
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Twice fourteen ages shall their way completeA2
Empires by various turns shall rise and setA2
While thy abandon'd tribes shall only knowG2
A different master and a change of woG2
With downcast eyelids and with looks aghastA2
Shall dread the future or bewail the pastA2
Afflicted Israel shall sit weeping downJ3
Fast by the streams where Babel's waters runA3
Their harps upon the neighbouring willows hungX
Nor joyous hymn encouraging their tongueX
Nor cheerful dance their feet with toil oppress'dA2
Their wearied limbs aspiring but to restA2
In the reflective stream the sighing brideA2
Viewing her charms impair'd abash'd shall hideA2
Her pensive head and in her languid faceD2
The bridegroom shall foresee his sickly raceD2
While ponderous fetters vex their close embraceD2
With irksome anguish then your priests shall mournO2
Their long neglected feasts despair'd returnU2
And sad oblivion of their solemn daysD2
Thenceforth their voices they shall only raiseD2
Louder to weep By day your frighted seersD2
Shall call for fountains to express their tearsD2
And wish their eyes were floods by night from dreamsD2
Of opening gulfs black storms and raging flamesD2
Starting amazed shall to the people showG2
Emblems of heavenly wrath and mystic types of woG2
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The captives as their tyrant shall requireS
That they should breathe the song and touch the lyreS
Shall say Can Jacob's servile race rejoiceD2
Untuned the music and disused the voiceD2
What can we play they shall discourse how singX
In foreign lands and to a barbarous kingX
We and our fathers from our childhood bredA2
To watch the cruel victor's eye to dreadA2
The arbitrary lash to bend to grieveH3
Outcast of mortal race can we conceiveH3
Image of ought delightful soft or gayS
Alas when we have toil the longsome dayS
The fullest bliss our hearts aspire to knowG2
Is but some interval from active woG2
In broken rest and startling sleep to mournO2
Till morn the tyrant and the scourge returnU2
Bred up in grief can pleasure be our themeJ4
Our endless anguish does not nature claimJ4
Reason and sorrow are to us the sameJ4
Alas with wild amazement we requireS
If idle Folly was not Pleasure's sireS
Madness we fancy gave an ill timed birthG
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This is the series of perpetual woG2
Which thou alas and thine are born to knowG2
Illustrious wretch repine not nor replyV2
View not what Heaven ordains with reason's eyeV2
Too bright the object is the distance is too highV2
The man who would resolve the work of fateA2
May limit number and make crooked straightA2
Stop thy inquiry then and curb thy senseD2
'Tis God who must dispose and man sustainK
Born to endure forbidden to complainK
Thy sum of life must his decrees fufilV2
What derogates from his command is illV2
And that alone is good which centres in his willV2
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Yet that thy labouring senses may not droopK4
Lost to delight and destitute of hopeY3
Remark what I God's messenger averS
From him who neither can deceive nor errS
The land at length redeem'd shall cease to mournO2
Shall from her sad captivity returnU2
Sion shall raise her long dejected headA2
And in her courts the law again be readA2
Again the glorious temple shall ariseD2
And with now lustre pierce the neighbouring skiesD2
The promised seat of empire shall againL2
Cover the mountain and command the plainK
And from thy race distinguish'd One shall springX
Greater in act than victor more than kingX
In dignity and power sent down from heavenA3
To succour earth To him to him 'tis givenA3
Passion and care and anguish to destroyS
Through him soft peace and plenitude of joyS
Perpetual o'er the world redeem'd shall flowV2
No more may man inquire or angel knowV2
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Now Solomon remembering who thou artA2
Act through thy remnant life a decent partA2
Go forth be strong with patience and with careS
Perform and suffer to thyself severeS
Gracious to others thy desires suppress'dA2
Diffused thy virtues first of men be bestA2
Thy sum of duty let two words containK
O may they graven in thy heart remainK
Be humble and be just The angel saidA2
With upward speed his agile wings he spreadA2
Whilst on the holy ground I prostrate layV2
By various doubts impell'd or to obeyV2
Or to object at length my mournful lookX
Heavenward erect determined thus I spokeX
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Supreme all wise eternal PotentateA2
Sole author sole disposer of our fateA2
Enthroned in light and immortalityA2
Whom no man fully sees and none can seeA2
Original of Beings Power divineL4
Since that I live that I think is thineL4
Benign Creator let thy plastic handA2
Dispose its own effect let thy commandA2
Restore great Father thy instructed sonA3
And in my act may thy great will be doneA3

Matthew Prior



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