The Miseries Of Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GGHHII JJJJKKLLMMNNOO HDKKGGPPDDDDQQRRDDSG QQ JJHHTTQQ UUJJQQJJDDJJQQDDRRRR QQDDDD HHRRVVQQHQQQ DDQQDDWWDDDDDDDDXXQQ QQDDQQQ DDJJDDJJMMYYQQ ZZDDDD QQRRLLQQZZJJQQDDQQ A2In that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd | A |
For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd | A |
Stands a steep Hill whose lofty jetting Crown | B |
Casts o'er the neighbouring Plains a seeming Frown | B |
Close at its mossie Foot an aged Wood | C |
Compos'd of various Trees there long has stood | C |
Whose thick united Tops scorn the Sun's Ray | D |
And hardly will admit the Eye of Day | D |
By oblique windings through this gloomy Shade | E |
Has a clear purling Stream its Passage made | E |
The Nimph as discontented seem'd t'ave chose | F |
This sad Recess to murmur forth her Woes | F |
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To this Retreat urg'd by tormenting Care | G |
The melancholly Cloris did repair | G |
As a fit Place to take the sad Relief | H |
Of Sighs and Tears to ease oppressing Grief | H |
Near to the Mourning Nimph she chose a Seat | I |
And these Complaints did to the Shades repeat | I |
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Ah wretched trully wretched Humane Race | J |
Your Woes from what Beginning shall I trace | J |
Where End from your first feeble New born Cryes | J |
To the last Tears that wet your dying Eyes | J |
Man Common Foe assail'd on ev'ry hand | K |
Finds that no Ill does Neuter by him stand | K |
Inexorable Death Lean Poverty | L |
Pale Sickness ever sad Captivity | L |
Can I alas the sev'ral Parties name | M |
Which muster'd up the Dreadful Army frame | M |
And sometimes in One Body all Unite | N |
Sometimes again do separately fight | N |
While sure Success on either Way does waite | O |
Either a Swift or else a Ling'ring Fate | O |
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But why 'gainst thee O Death should I inveigh | H |
That to our Quiet art the only way | D |
And yet I would could I thy Dart command | K |
Crie Here O strike and there O hold thy Hand | K |
The Lov'd the Happy and the Youthful spare | G |
And end the Sad the Sick the Poor Mans Care | G |
But whether thou or Blind or Cruel art | P |
Whether 'tis Chance or Malice guides thy Dart | P |
Thou from the Parents Arms dost pull away | D |
The hopeful Child their Ages only stay | D |
The Two whom Friendship in dear Bands hs ty'd | D |
Thou dost with a remorseless hand devide | D |
Friendship the Cement that does faster twine | Q |
Two Souls than that which Soul and Body joyn | Q |
Thousands have been who their own Blood did spill | R |
But never any yet his Friend did kill | R |
Then 'gainst thy Dart what Armour can be found | D |
Who where thou do'st not strike do'st deepest wound | D |
Thy Pitty than thy Wrath's more bitter far | S |
Most cruel where 'twould seem the most to spare | G |
Yet thou of many Evils art but One | Q |
Though thou by much too many art alone | Q |
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What shall I say of Poverty whence flows | J |
To miserable Man so many Woes | J |
Rediculous Evil which too oft we prove | H |
Does Laughter cause where it should Pitty move | H |
Solitary Ill into which no Eye | T |
Though ne're so Curious ever cares to pry | T |
And were there 'mong such plenty onely One | Q |
Poor Man he certainly would live alone | Q |
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Yet Poverty does leave the Man entire | U |
But Sickness nearer Mischiefs does conspire | U |
Invades the Body with a loath'd Embrace | J |
Prides both its Strength and Beauty to deface | J |
Nor does it Malice in these bounds restrain | Q |
But shakes the Throne of Sacred Wit the Brain | Q |
And with a ne're enough detested Force | J |
Reason disturbs and turns out of its Course | J |
Again when Nature some Rare Piece has made | D |
On which her Utmost Skill she seems t'ave laid | D |
Polish't adorn'd the Work with moving Grace | J |
And in the Beauteous Frame a Soul doth place | J |
So perfectly compos'd it makes Divine | Q |
Each Motion Word and Look from thence does shine | Q |
This Goodly Composition the Delight | D |
Of ev'ry Heart and Joy of ev'ry sight | D |
Its peevish Malice has the Power to spoyle | R |
And with a Sully'd Hand its Lusture soyle | R |
The Grief were Endless that should all bewaile | R |
Against whose sweet Repose thou dost prevail | R |
Some freeze with Agues some with Feavers burn | Q |
Whose Lives thou half out of their Holds dost turn | Q |
And of whose Sufferings it may be said | D |
They living feel the very State o' th' Dead | D |
Thou in a thousand sev'ral Forms are drest | D |
And in them all dost Wretched Man infest | D |
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And yet as if these Evils were too few | H |
Men their own Kind with hostile Arms pursue | H |
Not Heavens fierce Wrath nor yet the Hate of Hell | R |
Not any Plague that e're the World befel | R |
Not Inundations Famines Fires blind rage | V |
Did ever Mortals equally engage | V |
As Man does Man more skilful to annoy | Q |
Both Mischievous and Witty to destroy | Q |
The bloody Wolf the Wolf doe not pursue | H |
The Boar though fierce his Tusk will not embrue | Q |
In his own Kind Bares not on Bares do prey | Q |
Then art thou Man more savage far than they | Q |
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And now methinks I present do behold | D |
The Bloudy Fields that are in Fame enroll'd | D |
I see I see thousands in Battle slain | Q |
The Dead and Dying cover all the Plain | Q |
Confused Noises hear each way sent out | D |
The Vanquishts Cries joyn'd with the Victors shout | D |
Their Sighs and Groans whho draw a painful Breath | W |
And feel the Pangs of slow approaching Death | W |
Yet happier these far happier are the Dead | D |
Than who into Captivity are led | D |
What by their Chains and by the Victors Pride | D |
We pity these and envy those that dy'd | D |
And who can say when Thousands are betray'd | D |
To Widdowhood Orphants or Childless made | D |
Whither the Day does draw more Tears or Blood | D |
A greater Chrystal or a Crimson Floud | D |
The faithful Wife who late her Lord did Arm | X |
And hop'd to shield by holy Vows from Harm | X |
Follow'd his parting steps with Love and Care | Q |
Sent after weeping Eyes while he afar | Q |
Rod heated on born by a brave Disdain | Q |
May now go seek him lying 'mong the Slain | Q |
Low on the Earth she'l find his lofty Crest | D |
And those refulgent Arms which late his Breast | D |
Did guard by rough Encounters broke and tore | Q |
His Face and Hair with Brains all clotted ore | Q |
And Warlike Weeds besmeer'd with Dust and Gore | Q |
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And will the Suffering World never bestow | D |
Upon th'Accursed Causers of such Woe | D |
A vengeance that may parallel their Loss | J |
Fix Publick Thieves and Robbers on the Cross | J |
Such as call Ruine Conquest in their Pride | D |
And having plagu'd Mankind in Triumph ride | D |
Like that renounced Murder who staines | J |
In these our days Alsatias fertile Plains | J |
Only to fill the future Tomp of Fame | M |
Though greater Crimes than Glory it proclame | M |
Alcides Scourge of Thieves return to Earth | Y |
Which uncontrolled gives such Monsters birth | Y |
On Scepter'd Cacus let thy Power be shown | Q |
Pull him not from his Den but from his Throne | Q |
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Clouds of black Thoughts her further Speech here broke | Z |
Her swelling Grief too great was to be spoke | Z |
Which strugl'd long in her tormented Mind | D |
Till it some Vent by Sighs and Tears did find | D |
And when her Sorrow something was subdu'd | D |
She thus again her sad Complaint renewed | D |
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Most Wretched Man were th'Ills I nam'd before | Q |
All which I could in thy sad State deplore | Q |
Did Things without alone 'gainst thee prevail | R |
My Tongue I'de chide that them I did bewaile | R |
But Shame to Reason thou are seen to be | L |
Unto thy self the fatall'st Enemy | L |
Within thy Breast the Greatest Plagues to bear | Q |
First them to breed and then to cherish there | Q |
Unmanag'd Passions which the Reins have broke | Z |
Of Reason and refuse to bear its Yoke | Z |
But hurry thee uncurb'd from place to place | J |
A wild unruly and an Uncouth Chace | J |
Now cursed Gold does lead the Man astray | Q |
False flatt'ring Honours do anon betray | Q |
Then Beauty does as dang'rously delude | D |
Beauty that vanishes while 'tis pursu'd | D |
That while we do behold it fades away | Q |
And even a Long Encomium will not stay | Q |
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Each one of the | A2 |
Anne Killigrew
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