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Life-Sir Walter RAleigh

Analysis of the poem.
by

Will Schundy

on 7 December 2012

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Transcript of Life-Sir Walter RAleigh

Life By: Sir Walter Raleigh What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest. -A

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-E Meter There is not a set meter in Life. Analysis of the Poem Raleigh Starts the poem off with a deep question. What is life? He goes on to say that the mothers womb is where we prepare for life. He calls life a "Short Comedy" which could mean that life is short but enjoyable. "Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is" is a reference to God. He says that God is always watching us and judging us, especially when we mess up. After this the poem takes its turn. Instead of talking about life, it talks about death. "Are like drawn curtains when the play is done." This compares our graves to a curtain after a play meaning our death is coming. The final lines of the poem take it a step further saying no matter how we live, we all die. -A
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Rhyme Scheme What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division,
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for this short comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.
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