Tom May's Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEFFGGHHIIJKLLMM NNOPQRSMIIKTIIUUII VVOOIINNIIWWBBFFIIGG XXBBIBYDZZA2A2IIB2B2 IIIIIIFFQC2D2D2IIE2E 2F2F2G2G2H2 III2I2As one put drunk into the packet boat | A |
Tom May was hurried hence and did not know't | B |
But was amazed on the Elysian side | C |
And with an eye uncertain gazing wide | C |
Could not determine in what place he was | D |
For whence in Stephen's Alley trees or grass | E |
Nor there The Pope's Head nor The Mitre lay | F |
Signs by which still he found and lost his way | F |
At last while doubtfully he all compares | G |
He saw near hand as he imagined Ayres | G |
Such did he seem for coruplence and port | H |
But 'twas a man much of another sort | H |
'Twas Ben that in the dusky laurel shade | I |
Amongst the chorus of old poets layed | I |
Sounding of ancient heroes such as were | J |
The subjects' safety and the rebels' fear | K |
And how a double headed vulture eats | L |
Brutus and Cassius the people's cheats | L |
But seeing May he varied straight his song | M |
Gently to signify that he was wrong | M |
'Cups more than civil of Emathian wine | N |
I sing' said he 'and the Pharsalian Sign | N |
Where the historian of the commonsealth | O |
In his own bowels sheathed the conquering health ' | P |
By this May to himself and them was come | Q |
He found he was translated and by whom | R |
Yet then with foot as strumbling as his tongue | S |
Pressed for his place among the learned throng | M |
But Ben who knew not neither foe nor friend | I |
Sworn enemy to all that do pretend | I |
Rose more than ever he was seen severe | K |
Shook his gray locks and his own bays did tear | T |
At this intrusion Then with laurel wand | I |
The awful sign of his supreme command | I |
At whose dread whisk Virgil himself does quake | U |
And Horace patiently its stroke does take | U |
As he crowds in he whipped him o'er the pate | I |
Like Pembroke at the masque and then did rate | I |
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'Far from these blessed shades tread back again | V |
Most servile wit and mercenary pen | V |
Polydore Lucan Alan Vandal Goth | O |
Malignant poet and historian both | O |
Go seek the novice statesmen and obtrude | I |
On them some Roman cast similitude | I |
Tell them of liberty the stories fine | N |
Until you all grow consuls in your wine | N |
Or thou Dictator of the glass bestow | I |
On him the Cato this the Cicero | I |
Transferring old Rome hither in your talk | W |
As Bethlem's House did to Loreto walk | W |
Foul architect that hadst not eye to see | B |
How ill the measures of these states agree | B |
And who by Rome's example England lay | F |
Those but to Lucan to continue May | F |
But thee nor ignorance nor seeming good | I |
Misled bu malice fixed and understood | I |
Because some one than thee more worthy wears | G |
The sacred laurel hence are all these tears | G |
Must therefore all the world be set on flame | X |
Because a g aacute zette writer missed his aim | X |
And for a tankard bearing muse must we | B |
As for the basket Guelphs and Ghib'llines be | B |
When the sword glitters o'er the judge's head | I |
And fear has coward churchmen silenc egrave d | B |
Then is the poet's time 'tis then he draws | Y |
And single fights forsaken virtue's cause | D |
He when the wheel of empire whirleth back | Z |
And though the world's disjointed axle crack | Z |
Sings still of ancient rights and better times | A2 |
Seeks wretched good and arraigns successful crimes | A2 |
But thou base man first prostituted hast | I |
Our spotless knowledge and the studies chaste | I |
Apostatizing from our arts and us | B2 |
To turn the chronicler to Spartacus | B2 |
Yet wast thou taken hence with equal fate | I |
Before thou couldst great Charles his death relate | I |
But what will deeper wound thy little mind | I |
Hast left surviving D'Avenant still behind | I |
Who laughs to see in this thy death renewed | I |
Right Roman poverty and gratitude | I |
Poor poet thou and grateful senate they | F |
Who thy last reckoning did so largely pay | F |
And with the public gravity would come | Q |
When thou hadst drunk thy last to lead thee home | C2 |
If that can be thy home where Spenser lies | D2 |
And reverend Chaucer but their dust does rise | D2 |
Against thee and expels thee from their side | I |
As th' eagle's plumes from other birds divide | I |
Nor here thy shade must dwell Return return | E2 |
Where sulphury Phlegethon does ever burn | E2 |
Thee Cerberus with all his jaws shall gnash | F2 |
Megaera thee with all her serpents lash | F2 |
Thou riveted into Ixion's wheel | G2 |
Shalt break and the perpetual vulture feel | G2 |
'Tis just what torments poets e'er did feign | H2 |
Thou first historically shouldst sustain ' | - |
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Thus by irrevocable sentence cast | I |
May only Master of these Revels passed | I |
And straight he vanished in the cloud of pitch | I2 |
Such as unto the Sabbath bears the witch | I2 |
Andrew Marvell
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