A Letter To Mr. Tickell, Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Occasioned by the Death of the Right Hon Joseph Addison EsqA
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Tu nunc eris alter ab illoB
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VIRGA
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O long with me in Oxford groves confin'dC
In social arts and sacred friendship join'dD
Fair Isis' sorrow and fair Isis' boastE
Lost from her side but fortunately lostF
Thy wonted aid my dear companion bringA
And teach me thy departed friend to singA
A darling theme once powerful to inspireG
And now to melt the muses' mournful choirH
Now and now first we freely dare commendI
His modest worth nor shall our praise offendI
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Early he bloom'd amid the learned trainJ
And ravish'd Isis listen'd to his strainJ
See see she cried old Maro's muse appearsK
Wak'd from her slumber of two thousand yearsK
Her finish'd charms to Addison she bringsL
Thinks in his thought and in his numbers singsL
All read transported his pure classic pageM
Read and forget their climate and their ageM
The state when now his rising fame was knownN
Th' unrival'd genius challeng'd for her ownN
Nor would that one for scenes for action strongA
Should let a life evaporate in songA
As health and strength the brightest charms dispenseO
Wit is the blossom of the soundest senseO
Yet few how few with lofty thoughts inspir'dP
With quickness pointed and with rapture fir'dP
In conscious pride their own importance findC
Blind to themselves as the hard world is blindC
Wit they esteem a gay but worthless powerH
The slight amusement of a leisure hourH
Unmindful that conceal'd from vulgar eyesQ
Majestic wisdom wears the bright disguiseQ
Poor Dido fondled thus with idle joyR
Dread Cupid lurking in the Trojan boyR
Lightly she toy'd and trifled with his charmsS
And knew not that a god was in her armsS
Who greatest excellence of thought could boastE
In action too have been distinguish'd mostE
This Sommers knew and Addison sent forthT
From the malignant regions of the northT
To be matur'd in more indulgent skiesQ
Where all the vigour of the soul can riseQ
Thro' warmer veins where sprightlier spirits runU
And sense enliven'd sparkles in the sunU
With secret pain the prudent patriot gaveV
The hopes of Britain to the rolling waveV
Anxious the charge to all the stars resign'dC
And plac'd a confidence in sea and windC
Ausonia soon receiv'd her wondering guestW
And equal wonder in her turn confess'dW
To see her fervours rival'd by the poleB
Her lustre beaming from a northern soulB
In like surprise was her neas lostF
To find his picture grace a foreign coastE
Now the wide field of Europe he surveysX
Compares her kings her thrones and empires weighsX
In ripen'd judgment and consummate thoughtY
Great work by Nassau's favour cheaply boughtZ
He now returns to Britain a supportA2
Wise in her senate graceful in her courtA2
And when the public welfare would permitB2
The source of learning and the soul of witB2
O Warwick whom the muse is fond to nameC2
And kindles conscious of her future themeD2
O Warwick by divine contagion brightE2
How early didst thou catch his radiant lightE2
By him inspir'd how shine before thy timeF2
And leave thy years and leap into thy primeF2
On some warm bank thus fortunately bornG2
A rose bud opens to a summer's mornG2
Full blown ere noon her fragrant pride displaysX
And shows th' abundance of her purple raysX
Wit as her bays was once a barren treeH2
We now surpris'd her fruitful branches seeH2
Or orange like till his auspicious timeF2
It grew indeed but shiver'd in our climeF2
He first the plant to richer gardens ledI2
And fix'd indulgent in a warmer bedI2
The nation pleas'd enjoys the rich produceJ2
And gathers from her ornament her useJ2
When loose from public cares the grove he soughtY
And fill'd the leisure interval with thoughtY
The various labours of his easy pageM
A chance amusement polish'd half an ageM
Beyond this truth old bards could scarce inventK2
Who durst to frame a world by accidentL2
What he has sung how early and how wellB
The Thames shall boast and Roman Tiber tellB
A glory more sublime remains in storeM2
Since such his talents that he sung no moreM2
No fuller proof of power th' Almighty gaveV
Making the sea than curbing her proud waveV
Nought can the genius of his works transcendI
But their fair purpose and important endI
To rouse the war for injur'd Europe's lawsN2
To steel the patriot in great Brunswick's causeO2
With virtue's charms to kindle sacred loveP2
Or paint th' eternal bowers of bliss aboveP2
Where hadst thou room great author where to rollB
The mighty theme of an immortal soulB
Through paths unknown unbeaten whence were broughtY
Thy proofs so strong for immaterial thoughtY
One let me join all other may excelB
How could a mortal essence think so wellB
But why so large in the great writer's praiseX
More lofty subjects should my numbers raiseX
In him illustrious rivalry contendI
The statesman patriot Christian and the friendI
His glory such it borders on disgraceQ2
To say he sung the best of human raceQ2
In joy once join'd in sorrow now for yearsK
Partner in grief and brother of my tearsR2
Tickell accept this verse thy mournful dueS2
Thou further shalt the sacred theme pursueS2
And as thy strain describes the matchless manT2
Thy life shall second what thy muse beganT2
Though sweet the numbers though a fire divineU2
Dart through the whole and burn in every lineU2
Who strives not for that excellence he drawsN2
Is stain'd by fame and suffers from applauseN2
But haste to thy illustrious task prepareV2
The noble work well trusted to thy careV2
The gift bequeath'd by Addison's commandW2
To Craggs made sacred by his dying handW2
Collect the labours join the various raysX
The scatter'd light in one united blazeX
Then bear to him so true so truly lov'dX2
In life distinguished and in death approv'dY2
Th' immortal legacy He hangs awhileB
In generous anguish o'er the glorious pileB
With anxious pleasure the known page reviewsZ2
And the dear pledge with falling tears bedewsZ2
What though thy tears pour'd o'er thy godlike friendI
Thy other cares for Britain's weal suspendI
Think not O patriot while thy eyes o'erflowB
Those cares suspended for a private woeA3
Thy love to him is to thy country shownN
He mourns for her who mourns for AddisonU

Edward Young



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