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Comment 2 of 2, added on September 2nd, 2009 at 7:06 PM.
To understand the lines, perhaps looking at the whole stanza my help.
A nosegay which Time clutched from out those fair Elysian fields,
With weeds and broken stems, in haste,
Doth make the rabble rout
That waste the day he yields.
That makes the tumultuous crowd (of various personal ingredients)
-that lose their vitality the day he gives in.
I hope that helps.
Morgan Vierheller from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on July 8th, 2007 at 8:05 AM.
I love this poem, but have puzzled my head (and that of many friends) for
fifty years, to be able to understand or parse: "doth make the rabble rout
that waste the day he yields." I would be so grateful if someone who
understands it would enlighten me.
Stevens Van Strum from United States
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To understand the lines, perhaps looking at the whole stanza my help.
A nosegay which Time clutched from out those fair Elysian fields,
With weeds and broken stems, in haste,
Doth make the rabble rout
That waste the day he yields.
That makes the tumultuous crowd (of various personal ingredients)
-that lose their vitality the day he gives in.
I hope that helps.
Morgan Vierheller from United States