Growing Old by Matthew Arnold

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Growing Old by

Matthew Arnold

What is it to grow old? 6 syllables It is to spend long days

Is it to lose the glory of the form, 10 syllables And not once feel that we were ever young;

The luster of the eye? 6 syllables It is to add, immured

Is it for beauty to forgo her wreath? 10 syllables In the hot prison of the present, month

—Yes, but not this alone. 6 syllables To month with weary pain.

Is it to feel our strength— It is to suffer this,

Not our bloom only, but our strength—decay? And feel but half, and feebly, what we feel.

Is it to feel each limb Deep in our hidden heart

Grow stiffer, every function less exact, Festers the dull remembrance of a change,

Each nerve more loosely strung? But no emotion—none.

Yes, this, and more; but not It is—last stage of all—

Ah, ’tis not what in youth we dreamed ’twould be! When we are frozen up within, and quite

’Tis not to have our life The phantom of ourselves,

Mellowed and softened as with sunset glow, To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost

A golden day’s decline. Which blamed the living man.

’Tis not to see the world


Theme: aging; what it feels like to grow old.
As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes,
References:
And heart profoundly stirred;
Metaphor
And weep, and feel the fullness of the past,
Euphemism
The years that are no more.
Imagery

Repetition

Alliteration

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