Rabbi Ben Ezra Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCD EE FF GGHIIH JJKLLK MMNMMN OOPQQR SSTAAT MMUMMU VVWXX YYMZZ A2A2MMMM UU B2B2 C2D2E2MME2 F2G2MMMM RRMH2H2M I2I2UMM J2J2MQQ MMMK2L2M M2M2MMMMMMN2MMN2 O2O2MMMM MMNP2P2N Q2Q2R2MMR2 S2S2MRRM MMMAAM T2T2MMM O2O2RAAR U2U2MMMM V2W2X2Y2Y2X2 Z2Z2T2PPT2 LLMJ2J2M A3A3H2MMH2Grow old along with me | A |
The best is yet to be | A |
The last of life for which the first was made | B |
Our times are in His hand | C |
Who saith 'A whole I planned | C |
Youth shows but half trust God see all nor be afraid ' | D |
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Not that amassing flowers | E |
Youth sighed 'Which rose make ours | E |
Which lily leave and then as best recall ' | - |
Not that admiring stars | F |
It yearned 'Nor Jove nor Mars | F |
Mine be some figured flame which blends transcends them all ' | - |
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Not for such hopes and fears | G |
Annulling youth's brief years | G |
Do I remonstrate folly wide the mark | H |
Rather I prize the doubt | I |
Low kinds exist without | I |
Finished and finite clods untroubled by a spark | H |
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Poor vaunt of life indeed | J |
Were man but formed to feed | J |
On joy to solely seek and find and feast | K |
Such feasting ended then | L |
As sure an end to men | L |
Irks care the crop full bird Frets doubt the maw crammed beast | K |
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Rejoice we are allied | M |
To That which doth provide | M |
And not partake effect and not receive | N |
A spark disturbs our clod | M |
Nearer we hold of God | M |
Who gives than of His tribes that take I must believe | N |
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Then welcome each rebuff | O |
That turns earth's smoothness rough | O |
Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go | P |
Be our joys three parts pain | Q |
Strive and hold cheap the strain | Q |
Learn nor account the pang dare never grudge the throe | R |
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For thence a paradox | S |
Which comforts while it mocks | S |
Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail | T |
What I aspired to be | A |
And was not comforts me | A |
A brute I might have been but would not sink i' the scale | T |
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What is he but a brute | M |
Whose flesh has soul to suit | M |
Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play | U |
To man propose this test | M |
Thy body at its best | M |
How far can that project thy soul on its lone way | U |
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Yet gifts should prove their use | V |
I own the Past profuse | V |
Of power each side perfection every turn | W |
Eyes ears took in their dole | X |
Brain treasured up the whole | X |
Should not the heart beat once 'How good to live and learn ' | - |
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Not once beat 'Praise be Thine | Y |
I see the whole design | Y |
I who saw power see now love perfect too | M |
Perfect I call Thy plan | Z |
Thanks that I was a man | Z |
Maker remake complete I trust what Thou shalt do ' | - |
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For pleasant is this flesh | A2 |
Our soul in its rose mesh | A2 |
Pulled ever to the earth still yearns for rest | M |
Would we some prize might hold | M |
To match those manifold | M |
Possessions of the brute gain most as we did best | M |
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Let us not always say | U |
'Spite of this flesh to day | U |
I strove made head gained ground upon the whole ' | - |
As the bird wings and sings | B2 |
Let us cry 'All good things | B2 |
Are ours nor soul helps flesh more now than flesh helps soul ' | - |
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Therefore I summon age | C2 |
To grant youth's heritage | D2 |
Life's struggle having so far reached its term | E2 |
Thence shall I pass approved | M |
A man for aye removed | M |
From the developed brute a god though in the germ | E2 |
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And I shall thereupon | F2 |
Take rest ere I be gone | G2 |
Once more on my adventure brave and new | M |
Fearless and unperplexed | M |
When I wage battle next | M |
What weapons to select what armour to indue | M |
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Youth ended I shall try | R |
My gain or loss thereby | R |
Leave the fire ashes what survives is gold | M |
And I shall weigh the same | H2 |
Give life its praise or blame | H2 |
Young all lay in dispute I shall know being old | M |
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For note when evening shuts | I2 |
A certain moment cuts | I2 |
The deed off calls the glory from the grey | U |
A whisper from the west | M |
Shoots 'Add this to the rest | M |
Take it and try its worth here dies another day ' | - |
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So still within this life | J2 |
Though lifted o'er its strife | J2 |
Let me discern compare pronounce at last | M |
This rage was right i' the main | Q |
That acquiescence vain | Q |
The Future I may face now I have proved the Past ' | - |
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For more is not reserved | M |
To man with soul just nerved | M |
To act to morrow what he learns to day | M |
Here work enough to watch | K2 |
The Master work and catch | L2 |
Hints of the proper craft tricks of the tool's true play | M |
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As it was better youth | M2 |
Should strive through acts uncouth | M2 |
Toward making than repose on aught found made | M |
So better age exempt | M |
From strife should know than tempt | M |
Further Thou waitedst age wait death nor be afraid | M |
Enough now if the Right | M |
And Good and Infinite | M |
Be named here as thou callest thy hand thine own | N2 |
With knowledge absolute | M |
Subject to no dispute | M |
From fools that crowded youth nor let thee feel alone | N2 |
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Be there for once and all | O2 |
Severed great minds from small | O2 |
Announced to each his station in the Past | M |
Was I the world arraigned | M |
Were they my soul disdained | M |
Right Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last | M |
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Now who shall arbitrate | M |
Ten men love what I hate | M |
Shun what I follow slight what I receive | N |
Ten who in ears and eyes | P2 |
Match me we all surmise | P2 |
They this thing and I that whom shall my soul believe | N |
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Not on the vulgar mass | Q2 |
Called 'work ' must sentence pass | Q2 |
Things done that took the eye and had the price | R2 |
O'er which from level stand | M |
The low world laid its hand | M |
Found straightway to its mind could value in a trice | R2 |
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But all the world's coarse thumb | S2 |
And finger failed to plumb | S2 |
So passed in making up the main account | M |
All instincts immature | R |
All purposes unsure | R |
That weighed not as his work yet swelled the man's amount | M |
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Thoughts hardly to be packed | M |
Into a narrow act | M |
Fancies that broke through language and escaped | M |
All I could never be | A |
All men ignored in me | A |
This I was worth to God whose wheel the pitcher shaped | M |
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Ay note that Potter's wheel | T2 |
That metaphor and feel | T2 |
Why time spins fast why passive lies our clay | M |
Thou to whom fools propound | M |
When the wine makes its round | M |
'Since life fleets all is change the Past gone seize to day ' | - |
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Fool All that is at all | O2 |
Lasts ever past recall | O2 |
Earth changes but thy soul and God stand sure | R |
What entered into thee | A |
That was is and shall be | A |
Time's wheel runs back or stops Potter and clay endure | R |
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He fixed thee mid this dance | U2 |
Of plastic circumstance | U2 |
This Present thou forsooth wouldst fain arrest | M |
Machinery just meant | M |
To give thy soul its bent | M |
Try thee and turn thee forth sufficiently impressed | M |
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What though the earlier grooves | V2 |
Which ran the laughing loves | W2 |
Around thy base no longer pause and press | X2 |
What though about thy rim | Y2 |
Skull things in order grim | Y2 |
Grow out in graver mood obey the sterner stress | X2 |
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Look not thou down but up | Z2 |
To uses of a cup | Z2 |
The festal board lamp's flash and trumpet's peal | T2 |
The new wine's foaming flow | P |
The Master's lips a glow | P |
Thou heaven's consummate cup what need'st thou with earth's wheel | T2 |
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But I need now as then | L |
Thee God who mouldest men | L |
And since not even while the whirl was worst | M |
Did I to the wheel of life | J2 |
With shapes and colours rife | J2 |
Bound dizzily mistake my end to slake Thy thirst | M |
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So take and use Thy work | A3 |
Amend what flaws may lurk | A3 |
What strain o' the stuff what warpings past the aim | H2 |
My times be in Thy hand | M |
Perfect the cup as planned | M |
Let age approve of youth and death complete the same | H2 |
Robert Browning
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