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The title says it all but still.......
This book is a collection of Famous Timeless Poems!! So Poetry fans, here's the perfect book for you!! This book is gonna contain poems on love, life, misery...
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This one's a pretty long story poem. Read it at your own risk 😜😜
Its about Ben Ezra, a Spanish Jew, who lived in the 12th century, was a distinguished scholar. In this poem however Browning does not build o historical facts. He simply needed as the mouthpiece of the ideas of the poem, a theist familiar with the Scriptures. The point of view is the antithesis of that of the Epicurean and Sceptic, the man who lives for the passing moment.
Well this poem would be understood only by the ones who can actually go into that world of the poem and think from its point of view. I hope you guys understand what I mean 😊
Rabbi Ben Ezra
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made; Our times are in His hand Who saith "A whole I planned, Yout shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"
Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed, "Which rose makes ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall?" Not that, admiring stars, It yearned "Nor Jove, nor Mars; Mine be some figured flame with blends, transcends them all!"
Not for such hopes and fears Annulling youth's breif years, Do I remonstrate: foll wide the mark! Rather I prize the doubt Low kinds exist without, Finished and finite clouds, untroubled by a spark.
Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed Of joy, to solely seek and find and feast: Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men; Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the mawcrammed beast?
Rejoice we are allied To that which doth provide And not partake, effect and not recieve! A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe.
Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Fo thence,--a paradox Which comforts while it mocks,-- Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.
What is he but a brute Whose flesh has soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? To man, propose this test-- Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way?
Yet gifts should prove their use: I own the Past profuse Of power each side, perfection every turn: Eyes, ears took in their dole Brain treasured up the whole; Should not the heart beat once "How good to live and learn?"
