Pain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBB CBBD BBBB EFFE BGGB HIIJ KLLK MNNM OPPO QRRQ STTS| The Man that hath great griefs I pity not | A |
| Tis something to be great | B |
| In any wise and hint the larger state | B |
| Though but in shadow of a shade God wot | B |
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| Moreover while we wait the possible | C |
| This man has touched the fact | B |
| And probed till he has felt the core where packed | B |
| In pulpy folds resides the ironic ill | D |
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| And while we others sip the obvious sweet | B |
| Lip licking after taste | B |
| Of glutinous rind lo this man hath made haste | B |
| And pressed the sting that holds the central seat | B |
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| For thus it is God stings us into life | E |
| Provoking actual souls | F |
| From bodily systems giving us the poles | F |
| That are His own not merely balanced strife | E |
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| Nay the great passions are His veriest thought | B |
| Which whoso can absorb | G |
| Nor querulous halting violate their orb | G |
| In him the mind of God is fullest wrought | B |
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| Thrice happy such an one Far other he | H |
| Who dallies on the edge | I |
| Of the great vortex clinging to a sedge | I |
| Of patent good a timorous Manichee | J |
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| Who takes the impact of a long breathed force | K |
| And fritters it away | L |
| In eddies of disgust that else might stay | L |
| His nerveless heart and fix it to the course | K |
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| For there is threefold oneness with the One | M |
| And he is one who keeps | N |
| The homely laws of life who if he sleeps | N |
| Or wakes in his true flesh God s will is done | M |
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| And he is one who takes the deathless forms | O |
| Who schools himself to think | P |
| With the All thinking holding fast the link | P |
| God riveted that bridges casual storms | O |
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| But tenfold one is he who feels all pains | Q |
| Not partial knowing them | R |
| As ripples parted from the gold beaked stem | R |
| Wherewith God s galley onward ever strains | Q |
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| To him the sorrows are the tension thrills | S |
| Of that serene endeavour | T |
| Which yields to God for ever and for ever | T |
| The joy that is more ancient than the hills | S |
Thomas Edward Brown
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