King Cophetua The First Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBCDEFFGGHHBBIIFF DDJKLBLBMMNNDDNNNNBB BBNN NNBBEEBBOPDDNN| Said Jove within himself one day | A |
| I'll make me a mistress out of clay | A |
| These ninefold spheres of chiming quires | B |
| Though little things and therefore sweet | C |
| Too Godlike are for my desires | B |
| My pleasure still is incomplete | C |
| The gust of love is mystery | D |
| Which poorly yet the heavens supply | E |
| Now where may God for mystery seek | F |
| Save in the earthly small and weak | F |
| My work then let me crown and end | G |
| With what I ne'er shall comprehend | G |
| And so the unfathomable Need | H |
| Hell's mock Heaven's pity was decreed | H |
| And with perversity immense | B |
| As all his other affluence | B |
| Jove left his wondering Court behind | I |
| And Juno's almost equal mind | I |
| On low and little Earth to seek | F |
| That vessel infinitely weak | F |
| The abler for the infinite honour | D |
| He hugely long'd to put upon her | D |
| And in a melancholy grove | J |
| Found sighing his predestined Love | K |
| A pretty foolish pensive maid | L |
| The least of heaven related things | B |
| Of every boy and beast afraid | L |
| But not of him the King of Kings | B |
| He look'd so measurelessly mild | M |
| And so he flatter'd her poor child | M |
| By lifting with respect her hand | N |
| To his salute benign and grand | N |
| That when he spoke and begged to be | D |
| Instructed in her wishes she | D |
| Having a modest minute tarried | N |
| Lisp'd I should like Sire to be married | N |
| But when he smiling ask'd Whom to | N |
| She blush'd and said she scarcely knew | N |
| Then Jove named Shepherds Lords and Kings | B |
| To her free choice for all such things | B |
| Were his and his to give but these | B |
| She shook her curls at Hard to please | B |
| Is my small Cousin but my nod | N |
| Shall call from heaven some splendid God | N |
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| Ah Maker mine no God will do | N |
| That's not as great a God as you | N |
| Thereat Jove laugh'd As least of things | B |
| Alone can sate the King of Kings | B |
| So the least thing it seems that I | E |
| Alone of Gods can satisfy | E |
| And fading in her flushing arms | B |
| He blazed for ever from her charms | B |
| Thenceforth the maiden sang and shone | O |
| Admired by all and woo'd by none | P |
| For though she said she was a sinner | D |
| 'Twas clear to all that Jove was in her | D |
| And but for that deep pagan night | N |
| She would have been a Carmelite | N |
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