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Humans are heedless of their short lives!
The occurrence of a spontaneous death is unknown!
What makes these metaphors so effective?
‘who sits and views whosoe’er doth act amiss’ (6)
‘the scorching sun’ (7)
Language
‘calm current’ (5)
‘grassy borders’ (8)
‘rapid gushing tides’ (14, 16)
“We will never live if we are looking for the meaning of life.” – Albert Camus
Language
Ladies and gentlemen, the evidence is crystal clear! Thomas Campbell and Sir Walter Raleigh used a range of aesthetic features to construct the theme of life and invited reading!!
quatrains
Language
'dressed' for life
'childhood' (3)
'youth' (5)
Structure
The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages;
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.
The gladsome current of our youth,
Ere passion yet disorders,
Steals lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders.
But as the careworn cheek grows wan,
And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,
Ye stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker?
When joys have lost their bloom and breath,
And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death
Feel we its tide more rapid?
It may be strange—yet who would change
Time's course to slower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone,
And left our bosoms bleeding?
Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportion'd to their sweetness.
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What is our life? The play of passion. Our mirth? The music of division: Our mothers’ wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for life’s short comedy. The earth the stage; Heaven the spectator is, Who sits and views whosoe’er doth act amiss. The graves which hide us from the scorching sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus playing post we to our latest rest, And then we die in earnest, not in jest.
Structure
Life
Anson Vo
‘When joys have lost their bloom and breath’ (13)
Personification
Imagery
‘wan’ (9)
‘fading’ (21)
'Why seem your courses quicker?' (12)
'Feel we its tide more rapid?' (16)
'And left our bosoms bleeding?' (20)
Tone
‘earnest’ (10)
‘jest’ (10)