In Honour Of Du Bartas, 1641. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFFFGGFFHHII HHHHJHKLFFHHHHDDMMMM MMDDMMFFNOLLPQKKFFFF KKMMMMKKKKFFFFRRKKFF CCFF S KKKKDDFFAmong 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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