A Letter To Mr. Tickell, Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B A CDEFAAGHII JJKKLLMMNNAAOOPPCCHH QQRRSSEETTQQUUVVCCWW BBFEXXYZA2A2B2B2C2D2 E2E2F2F2G2G2XXH2H2F2 F2I2I2J2J2YYMMK2L2BB M2M2VVIIN2O2P2P2BBYY BBXXIIQ2Q2KR2S2S2T2T 2U2U2N2N2V2V2W2W2XXX 2Y2BBZ2Z2IIBA3NUOccasioned by the Death of the Right Hon Joseph Addison Esq | A |
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Tu nunc eris alter ab illo | B |
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VIRG | A |
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O long with me in Oxford groves confin'd | C |
In social arts and sacred friendship join'd | D |
Fair Isis' sorrow and fair Isis' boast | E |
Lost from her side but fortunately lost | F |
Thy wonted aid my dear companion bring | A |
And teach me thy departed friend to sing | A |
A darling theme once powerful to inspire | G |
And now to melt the muses' mournful choir | H |
Now and now first we freely dare commend | I |
His modest worth nor shall our praise offend | I |
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Early he bloom'd amid the learned train | J |
And ravish'd Isis listen'd to his strain | J |
See see she cried old Maro's muse appears | K |
Wak'd from her slumber of two thousand years | K |
Her finish'd charms to Addison she brings | L |
Thinks in his thought and in his numbers sings | L |
All read transported his pure classic page | M |
Read and forget their climate and their age | M |
The state when now his rising fame was known | N |
Th' unrival'd genius challeng'd for her own | N |
Nor would that one for scenes for action strong | A |
Should let a life evaporate in song | A |
As health and strength the brightest charms dispense | O |
Wit is the blossom of the soundest sense | O |
Yet few how few with lofty thoughts inspir'd | P |
With quickness pointed and with rapture fir'd | P |
In conscious pride their own importance find | C |
Blind to themselves as the hard world is blind | C |
Wit they esteem a gay but worthless power | H |
The slight amusement of a leisure hour | H |
Unmindful that conceal'd from vulgar eyes | Q |
Majestic wisdom wears the bright disguise | Q |
Poor Dido fondled thus with idle joy | R |
Dread Cupid lurking in the Trojan boy | R |
Lightly she toy'd and trifled with his charms | S |
And knew not that a god was in her arms | S |
Who greatest excellence of thought could boast | E |
In action too have been distinguish'd most | E |
This Sommers knew and Addison sent forth | T |
From the malignant regions of the north | T |
To be matur'd in more indulgent skies | Q |
Where all the vigour of the soul can rise | Q |
Thro' warmer veins where sprightlier spirits run | U |
And sense enliven'd sparkles in the sun | U |
With secret pain the prudent patriot gave | V |
The hopes of Britain to the rolling wave | V |
Anxious the charge to all the stars resign'd | C |
And plac'd a confidence in sea and wind | C |
Ausonia soon receiv'd her wondering guest | W |
And equal wonder in her turn confess'd | W |
To see her fervours rival'd by the pole | B |
Her lustre beaming from a northern soul | B |
In like surprise was her neas lost | F |
To find his picture grace a foreign coast | E |
Now the wide field of Europe he surveys | X |
Compares her kings her thrones and empires weighs | X |
In ripen'd judgment and consummate thought | Y |
Great work by Nassau's favour cheaply bought | Z |
He now returns to Britain a support | A2 |
Wise in her senate graceful in her court | A2 |
And when the public welfare would permit | B2 |
The source of learning and the soul of wit | B2 |
O Warwick whom the muse is fond to name | C2 |
And kindles conscious of her future theme | D2 |
O Warwick by divine contagion bright | E2 |
How early didst thou catch his radiant light | E2 |
By him inspir'd how shine before thy time | F2 |
And leave thy years and leap into thy prime | F2 |
On some warm bank thus fortunately born | G2 |
A rose bud opens to a summer's morn | G2 |
Full blown ere noon her fragrant pride displays | X |
And shows th' abundance of her purple rays | X |
Wit as her bays was once a barren tree | H2 |
We now surpris'd her fruitful branches see | H2 |
Or orange like till his auspicious time | F2 |
It grew indeed but shiver'd in our clime | F2 |
He first the plant to richer gardens led | I2 |
And fix'd indulgent in a warmer bed | I2 |
The nation pleas'd enjoys the rich produce | J2 |
And gathers from her ornament her use | J2 |
When loose from public cares the grove he sought | Y |
And fill'd the leisure interval with thought | Y |
The various labours of his easy page | M |
A chance amusement polish'd half an age | M |
Beyond this truth old bards could scarce invent | K2 |
Who durst to frame a world by accident | L2 |
What he has sung how early and how well | B |
The Thames shall boast and Roman Tiber tell | B |
A glory more sublime remains in store | M2 |
Since such his talents that he sung no more | M2 |
No fuller proof of power th' Almighty gave | V |
Making the sea than curbing her proud wave | V |
Nought can the genius of his works transcend | I |
But their fair purpose and important end | I |
To rouse the war for injur'd Europe's laws | N2 |
To steel the patriot in great Brunswick's cause | O2 |
With virtue's charms to kindle sacred love | P2 |
Or paint th' eternal bowers of bliss above | P2 |
Where hadst thou room great author where to roll | B |
The mighty theme of an immortal soul | B |
Through paths unknown unbeaten whence were brought | Y |
Thy proofs so strong for immaterial thought | Y |
One let me join all other may excel | B |
How could a mortal essence think so well | B |
But why so large in the great writer's praise | X |
More lofty subjects should my numbers raise | X |
In him illustrious rivalry contend | I |
The statesman patriot Christian and the friend | I |
His glory such it borders on disgrace | Q2 |
To say he sung the best of human race | Q2 |
In joy once join'd in sorrow now for years | K |
Partner in grief and brother of my tears | R2 |
Tickell accept this verse thy mournful due | S2 |
Thou further shalt the sacred theme pursue | S2 |
And as thy strain describes the matchless man | T2 |
Thy life shall second what thy muse began | T2 |
Though sweet the numbers though a fire divine | U2 |
Dart through the whole and burn in every line | U2 |
Who strives not for that excellence he draws | N2 |
Is stain'd by fame and suffers from applause | N2 |
But haste to thy illustrious task prepare | V2 |
The noble work well trusted to thy care | V2 |
The gift bequeath'd by Addison's command | W2 |
To Craggs made sacred by his dying hand | W2 |
Collect the labours join the various rays | X |
The scatter'd light in one united blaze | X |
Then bear to him so true so truly lov'd | X2 |
In life distinguished and in death approv'd | Y2 |
Th' immortal legacy He hangs awhile | B |
In generous anguish o'er the glorious pile | B |
With anxious pleasure the known page reviews | Z2 |
And the dear pledge with falling tears bedews | Z2 |
What though thy tears pour'd o'er thy godlike friend | I |
Thy other cares for Britain's weal suspend | I |
Think not O patriot while thy eyes o'erflow | B |
Those cares suspended for a private woe | A3 |
Thy love to him is to thy country shown | N |
He mourns for her who mourns for Addison | U |
Edward Young
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