On The Death Of Mr. Crashaw Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGBBHHDDIIBJKKLL MMBBNNOO PPFFQRSSTT UUVVWWXYZZBB A2A2B2C2D2D2E2E2F2F2 G2H2BBI2I2Poet and saint to thee alone are given | A |
The two most sacred names of earth and heaven | A |
The hard and rarest union which can be | B |
Next that of Godhead with humanity | B |
Long did the Muses banished slaves abide | C |
And built vain pyramids to mortal pride | C |
Like Moses thou though spells and charms withstand | D |
Hast brought them nobly home back to their Holy Land | D |
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Ah wretched we poets of earth but thou | E |
Wert living the same poet which thou 'rt now | E |
Whilst angels sing to thee their airs divine | F |
And joy in an applause so great as thine | F |
Equal society with them to hold | G |
Thou need'd not make new songs but say the old | G |
And they kind spirits shall all rejoice to see | B |
How little less than they exalted man may be | B |
Still the old heathen gods in numbers swell | H |
The heav'nliest thing on earth still keeps up hell | H |
Nor have we yet quite purged the Christian land | D |
Still idols here like calves at Bethel stand | D |
And though Pan's death long since all oracles broke | I |
Yet still in rhyme the fiend Apollo spoke | I |
Nay with the worst of heathen dotage we | B |
Vain men the monster woman deify | J |
Find stars and tie our fates there in a face | K |
And paradise in them by whom we lost it place | K |
What different faults corrupt our muses thus | L |
Wanton as girls as old wives fabulous | L |
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Thy spotless muse like Mary did contain | M |
The boundless Godhead she did well disdain | M |
That her eternal verse employed should be | B |
On a less subject than eternity | B |
And for a sacred mistress scorned to take | N |
But her whom God himself scorned not his spouse to make | N |
It in a kind her miracle did do | O |
A fruitful mother was and virgin too | O |
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How well blest swan did fate contrive thy death | P |
And made thee render up thy tuneful breath | P |
In thy great mistress' arms thou most divine | F |
And richest off'ring of Loretto's shrine | F |
Where like some holy sacrifice t' expire | Q |
A fever burns thee and love lights the fire | R |
Angels they say brought the famed chapel there | S |
And bore the sacred load in triumph through the air | S |
'Tis surer much they brought thee there and they | T |
And thou their charge went singing all the way | T |
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Pardon my mother church if I consent | U |
That angels led him when from thee he went | U |
For even in error sure no danger is | V |
When joined with so much piety as his | V |
Ah mighty God with shame I speak 't and grief | W |
Ah that our greatest faults were in belief | W |
And our weak reason were ev'n weaker yet | X |
Rather than thus our wills too strong for it | Y |
His faith perhaps in some nice tenents might | Z |
Be wrong his life I'm sure was in the right | Z |
And I myself a Catholic will be | B |
So far at least great saint to pray to thee | B |
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Hail bard triumphant and some care bestow | A2 |
On us the poets militant below | A2 |
Opposed by our old en'my adverse chance | B2 |
Attacked by envy and by ignorance | C2 |
Enchained by beauty tortured by desires | D2 |
Exposed by tyrant love to savage beasts and fires | D2 |
Thou from low earth in nobler flames didst rise | E2 |
And like Elijah mount alive the skies | E2 |
Elisha like but with a wish much less | F2 |
More fit thy greatness and my littleness | F2 |
Lo here I beg I whom thou once didst prove | G2 |
So humble to esteem so good to love | H2 |
Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be | B |
I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me | B |
And when my muse soars with so strong a wing | I2 |
'Twill learn of things divine and first of thee to sing | I2 |
Abraham Cowley
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