On The Death Of Mr. William Hervey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCBBC DEFFGBBG GGBBBHHB IIJJKGGK BBCBBLKB MENOPBBQ BBHGBRSB BBBBTUMT GHBBBBBB VVWWKBBK| It was a dismal and a fearful night | A |
| Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Light | A |
| When Sleep Death's image left my troubled breast | B |
| By something liker Death possest | B |
| My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow | C |
| And on my soul hung the dull weight | B |
| Of some intolerable fate | B |
| What bell was that Ah me too much I know | C |
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| My sweet companion and my gentle peer | D |
| Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here | E |
| Thy end for ever and my life to moan | F |
| O thou hast left me all alone | F |
| Thy soul and body when death's agony | G |
| Besieged around thy noble heart | B |
| Did not with more reluctance part | B |
| Than I my dearest Friend do part from thee | G |
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| My dearest Friend would I had died for thee | G |
| Life and this world henceforth will tedious be | G |
| Nor shall I know hereafter what to do | B |
| If once my griefs prove tedious too | B |
| Silent and sad I walk about all day | B |
| As sullen ghosts stalk speechless by | H |
| Where their hid treasures lie | H |
| Alas my treasure's gone why do I stay | B |
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| Say for you saw us ye immortal lights | I |
| How oft unwearied have we spent the nights | I |
| Till the Led an stars so famed for love | J |
| Wonder'd at us from above | J |
| We spent them not in toys in lusts or wine | K |
| But search of deep Philosophy | G |
| Wit Eloquence and Poetry | G |
| Arts which I loved for they my Friend were thine | K |
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| Ye fields of Cambridge our dear Cambridge say | B |
| Have ye not seen us walking every day | B |
| Was there a tree about which did not know | C |
| The love betwixt us two | B |
| Henceforth ye gentle trees for ever fade | B |
| Or your sad branches thicker join | L |
| And into darksome shades combine | K |
| Dark as the grave wherein my Friend is laid | B |
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| Large was his soul as large a soul as e'er | M |
| Submitted to inform a body here | E |
| High as the place 'twas shortly in Heaven to have | N |
| But low and humble as his grave | O |
| So high that all the virtues there did come | P |
| As to their chiefest seat | B |
| Conspicuous and great | B |
| So low that for me too it made a room | Q |
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| Knowledge he only sought and so soon caught | B |
| As if for him Knowledge had rather sought | B |
| Nor did more learning ever crowded lie | H |
| In such a short mortality | G |
| Whene'er the skilful youth discoursed or writ | B |
| Still did the notions throng | R |
| About his eloquent tongue | S |
| Nor could his ink flow faster than his wit | B |
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| His mirth was the pure spirits of various wit | B |
| Yet never did his God or friends forget | B |
| And when deep talk and wisdom came in view | B |
| Retired and gave to them their due | B |
| For the rich help of books he always took | T |
| Though his own searching mind before | U |
| Was so with notions written o'er | M |
| As if wise Nature had made that her book | T |
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| With as much zeal devotion piety | G |
| He always lived as other saints do die | H |
| Still with his soul severe account he kept | B |
| Weeping all debts out ere he slept | B |
| Then down in peace and innocence he lay | B |
| Like the Sun's laborious light | B |
| Which still in water sets at night | B |
| Unsullied with his journey of the day | B |
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| But happy Thou ta'en from this frantic age | V |
| Where ignorance and hypocrisy does rage | V |
| A fitter time for Heaven no soul e'er chose | W |
| The place now only free from those | W |
| There 'mong the blest thou dost for ever shine | K |
| And whereso'er thou casts thy view | B |
| Upon that white and radiant crew | B |
| See'st not a soul clothed with more light than thine | K |
Abraham Cowley
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