To The Royal Society (excerpts) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDDDEEFFFFGGDDD FFHIHIDJDKJKLDLDFFMM NO FFFFFFFFFFPFPFFFFDDQ QDDDDDFF FRFRRSSTUUVVWWJDXXFF SFSFFFFFFFYRDDZA2B2C 2FF FFDDRFFRFRRDDGGFFFFD 2D2 BBDDFFDDDFFSSFE2E2FF F| Philosophy the great and only heir | A |
| Of all that human knowledge which has bin | B |
| Unforfeited by man's rebellious sin | B |
| Though full of years he do appear | C |
| Philosophy I say and call it he | D |
| For whatso'ere the painter's fancy be | D |
| It a male virtue seems to me | D |
| Has still been kept in nonage till of late | E |
| Nor manag'd or enjoy'd his vast estate | E |
| Three or four thousand years one would have thought | F |
| To ripeness and perfection might have brought | F |
| A science so well bred and nurst | F |
| And of such hopeful parts too at the first | F |
| But oh the guardians and the tutors then | G |
| Some negligent and some ambitious men | G |
| Would ne'er consent to set him free | D |
| Or his own natural powers to let him see | D |
| Lest that should put an end to their authority | D |
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| That his own business he might quite forget | F |
| They' amus'd him with the sports of wanton wit | F |
| With the desserts of poetry they fed him | H |
| Instead of solid meats t' encrease his force | I |
| Instead of vigorous exercise they led him | H |
| Into the pleasant labyrinths of ever fresh discourse | I |
| Instead of carrying him to see | D |
| The riches which do hoarded for him lie | J |
| In Nature's endless treasury | D |
| They chose his eye to entertain | K |
| His curious but not covetous eye | J |
| With painted scenes and pageants of the brain | K |
| Some few exalted spirits this latter age has shown | L |
| That labour'd to assert the liberty | D |
| From guardians who were now usurpers grown | L |
| Of this old minor still captiv'd Philosophy | D |
| But 'twas rebellion call'd to fight | F |
| For such a long oppressed right | F |
| Bacon at last a mighty man arose | M |
| Whom a wise King and Nature chose | M |
| Lord Chancellor of both their laws | N |
| And boldly undertook the injur'd pupil's cause | O |
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| Authority which did a body boast | F |
| Though 'twas but air condens'd and stalk'd about | F |
| Like some old giant's more gigantic ghost | F |
| To terrify the learned rout | F |
| With the plain magic of true reason's light | F |
| He chas'd out of our sight | F |
| Nor suffer'd living men to be misled | F |
| By the vain shadows of the dead | F |
| To graves from whence it rose the conquer'd phantom fled | F |
| He broke that monstrous god which stood | F |
| In midst of th' orchard and the whole did claim | P |
| Which with a useless scythe of wood | F |
| And something else not worth a name | P |
| Both vast for show yet neither fit | F |
| Or to defend or to beget | F |
| Ridiculous and senseless terrors made | F |
| Children and superstitious men afraid | F |
| The orchard's open now and free | D |
| Bacon has broke that scarecrow deity | D |
| Come enter all that will | Q |
| Behold the ripen'd fruit come gather now your fill | Q |
| Yet still methinks we fain would be | D |
| Catching at the forbidden tree | D |
| We would be like the Deity | D |
| When truth and falshood good and evil we | D |
| Without the senses aid within our selves would see | D |
| For 'tis God only who can find | F |
| All Nature in his mind | F |
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| From words which are but pictures of the thought | F |
| Though we our thoughts from them perversely drew | R |
| To things the mind's right object he it brought | F |
| Like foolish birds to painted grapes we flew | R |
| He sought and gather'd for our use the true | R |
| And when on heaps the chosen bunches lay | S |
| He press'd them wisely the mechanic way | S |
| Till all their juice did in one vessel join | T |
| Ferment into a nourishment divine | U |
| The thirsty soul's refreshing wine | U |
| Who to the life an exact piece would make | V |
| Must not from other's work a copy take | V |
| No not from Rubens or Vandyke | W |
| Much less content himself to make it like | W |
| Th' ideas and the images which lie | J |
| In his own fancy or his memory | D |
| No he before his sight must place | X |
| The natural and living face | X |
| The real object must command | F |
| Each judgment of his eye and motion of his hand | F |
| From these and all long errors of the way | S |
| In which our wand'ring predecessors went | F |
| And like th' old Hebrews many years did stray | S |
| In deserts but of small extent | F |
| Bacon like Moses led us forth at last | F |
| The barren wilderness he past | F |
| Did on the very border stand | F |
| Of the blest promis'd land | F |
| And from the mountain's top of his exalted wit | F |
| Saw it himself and shew'd us it | F |
| But life did never to one man allow | Y |
| Time to discover worlds and conquer too | R |
| Nor can so short a line sufficient be | D |
| To fathom the vast depths of Nature's sea | D |
| The work he did we ought t' admire | Z |
| And were unjust if we should more require | A2 |
| From his few years divided 'twixt th' excess | B2 |
| Of low affliction and high happiness | C2 |
| For who on things remote can fix his sight | F |
| That's always in a triumph or a fight | F |
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| From you great champions we expect to get | F |
| These spacious countries but discover'd yet | F |
| Countries where yet in stead of Nature we | D |
| Her images and idols worshipp'd see | D |
| These large and wealthy regions to subdue | R |
| Though learning has whole armies at command | F |
| Quarter'd about in every land | F |
| A better troop she ne're together drew | R |
| Methinks like Gideon's little band | F |
| God with design has pick'd out you | R |
| To do these noble wonders by a few | R |
| When the whole host he saw they are said he | D |
| Too many to o'ercome for me | D |
| And now he chooses out his men | G |
| Much in the way that he did then | G |
| Not those many whom he found | F |
| Idly extended on the ground | F |
| To drink with their dejected head | F |
| The stream just so as by their mouths it fled | F |
| No but those few who took the waters up | D2 |
| And made of their laborious hands the cup | D2 |
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| With courage and success you the bold work begin | B |
| Your cradle has not idle bin | B |
| None e're but Hercules and you could be | D |
| At five years age worthy a history | D |
| And ne're did fortune better yet | F |
| Th' historian to the story fit | F |
| As you from all old errors free | D |
| And purge the body of philosophy | D |
| So from all modern follies he | D |
| Has vindicated eloquence and wit | F |
| His candid style like a clean stream does slide | F |
| And his bright fancy all the way | S |
| Does like the sun shine in it play | S |
| It does like Thames the best of rivers glide | F |
| Where the god does not rudely overturn | E2 |
| But gently pour the crystal urn | E2 |
| And with judicious hand does the whole current guide | F |
| 'T has all the beauties Nature can impart | F |
| And all the comely dress without the paint of art | F |
Abraham Cowley
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