On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOPPIIQQRRSTUU HHHHVVWWGNHHXX| When I beheld the Poet blind yet bold | A |
| In slender Book his vast Design unfold | A |
| Messiah Crown'd Gods Reconcil'd Decree | B |
| Rebelling Angels the Forbidden Tree | B |
| Heav'n Hell Earth Chaos All the Argument | C |
| Held me a while misdoubting his Intent | D |
| That he would ruine for I saw him strong | E |
| The sacred Truths to Fable and old Song | E |
| So Sampson groap'd the Temples Posts in spight | F |
| The World o'rewhelming to revenge his Sight | F |
| Yet as I read soon growing less severe | G |
| I lik'd his Project the success did fear | G |
| Through that wide Field how he his way should find | H |
| O're which lame Faith leads Understanding blind | H |
| Lest he perplext the things he would explain | I |
| And what was easie he should render vain | I |
| Or if a Work so infinite he spann'd | J |
| Jealous I was that some less skilful hand | J |
| Such as disquiet alwayes what is well | K |
| And by ill imitating would excell | K |
| Might hence presume the whole Creations day | L |
| To change in Scenes and show it in a Play | L |
| Pardon me Mighty Poet nor despise | M |
| My causeless yet not impious surmise | M |
| But I am now convinc'd and none will dare | N |
| Within thy Labours to pretend a Share | N |
| Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit | O |
| And all that was improper dost omit | O |
| So that no room is here for Writers left | P |
| But to detect their Ignorance or Theft | P |
| That Majesty which through thy Work doth Reign | I |
| Draws the Devout deterring the Profane | I |
| And things divine thou treats of in such state | Q |
| As them preserves and Thee in violate | Q |
| At once delight and horrour on us seize | R |
| Thou singst with so much gravity and ease | R |
| And above humane flight dost soar aloft | S |
| With Plume so strong so equal and so soft | T |
| The Bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing | U |
| So never Flags but alwaies keeps on Wing | U |
| Where couldst thou Words of such a compass find | H |
| Whence furnish such a vast expense of Mind | H |
| Just Heav'n Thee like Tiresias to requite | H |
| Rewards with Prophesie thy loss of Sight | H |
| Well might thou scorn thy Readers to allure | V |
| With tinkling Rhime of thy own Sense secure | V |
| While the Town Bays writes all the while and spells | W |
| And like a Pack Horse tires without his Bells | W |
| Their Fancies like our bushy Points appear | G |
| The Poets tag them we for fashion wear | N |
| I too transported by the Mode offend | H |
| And while I meant to Praise thee must Commend | H |
| Thy verse created like thy Theme sublime | X |
| In Number Weight and Measure needs not Rhime | X |
Andrew Marvell
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