Under Ben Bulben Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FFGGFHI I A JJKLMMNNOOPP A Q MRSSJJJJTT UUVWX XYY ZZA2B2SS C2C2JAAD2D2E2E2F2G2H H2WI2Y J2J2K2L2JJPM2N2N2O2O 2JJ N2 A MJ2N2N2J JP2Q2 AR2A| I | A |
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| Swear by what the sages spoke | B |
| Round the Mareotic Lake | C |
| That the Witch of Atlas knew | D |
| Spoke and set the cocks a crow | E |
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| Swear by those horsemen by those women | F |
| Complexion and form prove superhuman | F |
| That pale long visaged company | G |
| That air in immortality | G |
| Completeness of their passions won | F |
| Now they ride the wintry dawn | H |
| Where Ben Bulben sets the scene | I |
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| Here's the gist of what they mean | I |
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| II | A |
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| Many times man lives and dies | J |
| Between his two eternities | J |
| That of race and that of soul | K |
| And ancient Ireland knew it all | L |
| Whether man die in his bed | M |
| Or the rifle knocks him dead | M |
| A brief parting from those dear | N |
| Is the worst man has to fear | N |
| Though grave diggers' toil is long | O |
| Sharp their spades their muscles strong | O |
| They but thrust their buried men | P |
| Back in the human mind again | P |
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| III | A |
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| You that Mitchel's prayer have heard | Q |
| 'Send war in our time O Lord ' | - |
| Know that when all words are said | M |
| And a man is fighting mad | R |
| Something drops from eyes long blind | S |
| He completes his partial mind | S |
| For an instant stands at ease | J |
| Laughs aloud his heart at peace | J |
| Even the wisest man grows tense | J |
| With some sort of violence | J |
| Before he can accomplish fate | T |
| Know his work or choose his mate | T |
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| IV | - |
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| Poet and sculptor do the work | U |
| Nor let the modish painter shirk | U |
| What his great forefathers did | V |
| Bring the soul of man to God | W |
| Make him fill the cradles right | X |
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| Measurement began our might | X |
| Forms a stark Egyptian thought | Y |
| Forms that gentler phidias wrought | Y |
| Michael Angelo left a proof | - |
| On the Sistine Chapel roof | - |
| Where but half awakened Adam | Z |
| Can disturb globe trotting Madam | Z |
| Till her bowels are in heat | A2 |
| proof that there's a purpose set | B2 |
| Before the secret working mind | S |
| Profane perfection of mankind | S |
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| Quattrocento put in paint | C2 |
| On backgrounds for a God or Saint | C2 |
| Gardens where a soul's at ease | J |
| Where everything that meets the eye | A |
| Flowers and grass and cloudless sky | A |
| Resemble forms that are or seem | D2 |
| When sleepers wake and yet still dream | D2 |
| And when it's vanished still declare | E2 |
| With only bed and bedstead there | E2 |
| That heavens had opened | F2 |
| Gyres run on | G2 |
| When that greater dream had gone | H |
| Calvert and Wilson Blake and Claude | H2 |
| Prepared a rest for the people of God | W |
| Palmer's phrase but after that | I2 |
| Confusion fell upon our thought | Y |
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| V | - |
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| Irish poets earn your trade | J2 |
| Sing whatever is well made | J2 |
| Scorn the sort now growing up | K2 |
| All out of shape from toe to top | L2 |
| Their unremembering hearts and heads | J |
| Base born products of base beds | J |
| Sing the peasantry and then | P |
| Hard riding country gentlemen | M2 |
| The holiness of monks and after | N2 |
| Porter drinkers' randy laughter | N2 |
| Sing the lords and ladies gay | O2 |
| That were beaten into the clay | O2 |
| Through seven heroic centuries | J |
| Cast your mind on other days | J |
| That we in coming days may be | - |
| Still the indomitable Irishry | N2 |
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| VI | A |
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| Under bare Ben Bulben's head | M |
| In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid | J2 |
| An ancestor was rector there | N2 |
| Long years ago a church stands near | N2 |
| By the road an ancient cross | J |
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| No marble no conventional phrase | J |
| On limestone quarried near the spot | P2 |
| By his command these words are cut | Q2 |
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| Cast a cold eye | A |
| On life on death | R2 |
| Horseman pass by | A |
William Butler Yeats
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