In Honour Of Du Bartas, 1641. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFFFGGFFHHII HHHHJHKLFFHHHHDDMMMM MMDDMMFFNOLLPQKKFFFF KKMMMMKKKKFFFFRRKKFF CCFF S KKKKDDFF| Among the happy wits this age hath shown | A |
| Great dear sweet Bartas thou art matchless known | A |
| My ravished Eyes and heart with faltering tongue | B |
| In humble wise have vow'd their service long | C |
| But knowing th' task so great strength but small | D |
| Gave o're the work before begun withal | D |
| My dazled sight of late review'd thy lines | E |
| Where Art and more than Art in nature shines | E |
| Reflection from their beaming Altitude | F |
| Did thaw my frozen hearts ingratitude | F |
| Which Rayes darting upon some richer ground | F |
| Had caused flours and fruits soon to abound | F |
| But barren I my Dasey here do bring | G |
| A homely flour in this my latter Spring | G |
| If Summer or my Autumm age do yield | F |
| Flours fruits in Garden Orchard or in Field | F |
| They shall be consecrated in my Verse | H |
| And prostrate offered at great Bartas Herse | H |
| My muse unto a child I may compare | I |
| Who sees the riches of some famous Fair | I |
| He feeds his Eyes but understanding lacks | H |
| To comprehend the worth of all those knacks | H |
| The glittering plate and Jewels he admires | H |
| The Hats and Fans the Plumes and Ladies tires | H |
| And thousand times his mazed mind doth wish | J |
| Some part at least of that brave wealth was his | H |
| But seeing empty wishes nought obtain | K |
| At night turns to his Mothers cot again | L |
| And tells her tales his full heart over glad | F |
| Of all the glorious sights his Eyes have had | F |
| But finds too soon his want of Eloquence | H |
| The silly prattler speaks no word of sense | H |
| But seeing utterance fail his great desires | H |
| Sits down in silence deeply he admires | H |
| Thus weak brain'd I reading thy lofty stile | D |
| Thy profound learning viewing other while | D |
| Thy Art in natural Philosophy | M |
| Thy Saint like mind in grave Divinity | M |
| Thy piercing skill in high Astronomy | M |
| And curious insight in Anatomy | M |
| Thy Physick musick and state policy | M |
| Valour in warr in peace good husbandry | M |
| Sure lib'ral Nature did with Art not small | D |
| In all the arts make thee most liberal | D |
| A thousand thousand times my senseless sences | M |
| Moveless stand charm'd by thy sweet influences | M |
| More senseless then the stones to Amphious Lute | F |
| Mine eyes are sightless and my tongue is mute | F |
| My full astonish'd heart doth pant to break | N |
| Through grief it wants a faculty to speak | O |
| Volleyes of praises could I eccho then | L |
| Had I an Angels voice or Bartas pen | L |
| But wishes can't accomplish my desire | P |
| Pardon if I adore when I admire | Q |
| O France thou did'st in him more glory gain | K |
| Then in thy Martel Pipin Charlemain | K |
| Then in St Lewes or thy last Henry Great | F |
| Who tam'd his foes in warrs in bloud and sweat | F |
| Thy fame is spread as far I dare be bold | F |
| In all the Zones the temp'rate hot and cold | F |
| Their Trophies were but heaps of wounded slain | K |
| Thine the quintessence of an heroick brain | K |
| The oaken Garland ought to deck their brows | M |
| Immortal Bayes to thee all men allows | M |
| Who in thy tryumphs never won by wrongs | M |
| Lead'st millions chained by eyes by ears by tongues | M |
| Oft have I wondred at the hand of heaven | K |
| In giving one what would have served seven | K |
| If e're this golden gift was showr'd on any | K |
| Thy double portion would have served many | K |
| Unto each man his riches is assign'd | F |
| Of Name of State of Body and of Mind | F |
| Thou hadst thy part of all but of the last | F |
| O pregnant brain O comprehension vast | F |
| Thy haughty Stile and rapted wit sublime | R |
| All ages wondring at shall never climb | R |
| Thy sacred works are not for imitation | K |
| But Monuments to future Admiration | K |
| Thus Bartas fame shall last while starrs do stand | F |
| And whilst there's Air or Fire or Sea or Land | F |
| But least mine ignorance shall do thee wrong | C |
| To celebrate thy merits in my Song | C |
| I'le leave thy praise to those shall do thee right | F |
| Good will not skill did cause me bring my Mite | F |
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| His Epitaph | S |
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| Here lyes the Pearle of France Parnassus glory | K |
| The World rejoyc'd at's birth at's death was sorry | K |
| Art and Nature joyn'd by heavens high decree | K |
| Now shew'd what once they ought Humanity | K |
| And Natures Law had it been revocable | D |
| To rescue him from death Art had been able | D |
| But Nature vanquish'd Art so Bartas dy'd | F |
| But Fame out living both he is reviv'd | F |
Anne Bradstreet
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