The Force Of Religion; Or, Vanquished Love. Book Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Force Of Religion; Or, Vanquished Love. Book Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Hic pietatis honos sic nos in sceptra reponis	A
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VIRG	B
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Her Guilford clasps her beautiful in death	C
And with a kiss recalls her fleeting breath	C
To tapers thus which by a blast expire	D
A lighted taper touch'd restores the fire	E
She rear'd her swimming eye and saw the light	F
And Guilford too or she had loath'd the sight	F
Her father's death she bore despis'd her own	G
But now she must she will have leave to groan	G
Ah Guilford she began and would have spoke	B
But sobs rush'd in and ev'ry accent broke	B
Reason itself as gusts of passion blew	H
Was ruffled in the tempest and withdrew	H
So the youth lost his image in the well	I
When tears upon the yielding surface fell	I
The scatter'd features slid into decay	B
And spreading circles drove his face away	B
To touch the soft affections and control	J
The manly temper of the bravest soul	J
What with afflicted beauty can compare	K
And drops of love distilling from the fair	K
It melts us down our pains delight bestow	L
And we with fondness languish o'er our woe	L
This Guilford prov'd and with excess of pain	M
And pleasure too did to his bosom strain	M
The weeping fair sunk deep in soft desire	E
Indulg'd his love and nurs'd the raging fire	E
Then tore himself away and standing wide	N
As fearing a relapse of fondness cried	N
With ill dissembled grief My life forbear	E
You wound your Guilford with each cruel tear	E
Did you not chide my grief repress your own	G
Nor want compassion for yourself alone	G
Have you beheld how from the distant main	M
The thronging waves roll on a num'rous train	M
And foam and bellow till they reach the shore	E
There burst their noisy pride and are no more	E
Thus the successive flows of human race	A
Chas'd by the coming the preceding chase	A
They sound and swell their haughty heads they rear	E
Then fall and flatten break and disappear	E
Life is a forfeit we must shortly pay	B
And where's the mighty lucre of a day	B
Why should you mourn my fate 'tis most unkind	O
Your own you bore with an unshaken mind	O
And which can you imagine was the dart	P
That drank most blood sunk deepest in my heart	P
I cannot live without you and my doom	Q
I meet with joy to share one common tomb	Q
And are again your tears profusely spilt	R
Oh then my kindness blackens to my guilt	R
It foils itself if it recall your pain	M
Life of my life I beg you to refrain	M
The load which fate imposes you increase	A
And help Maria to destroy my peace	A
But oh against himself his labour turn'd	S
The more he comforted the more she mourn'd	T
Compassion swells our grief words soft and kind	O
But soothe our weakness and dissolve the mind	O
Her sorrow flow'd in streams nor hers alone	G
While that he blam'd he yielded to his own	G
Where are the smiles she wore when she so late	U
Hail'd him great partner of the regal state	U
When orient gems around her temples blaz'd	V
And bending nations on the glory gaz'd	V
'Tis now the queen's command they both retreat	W
To weep with dignity and mourn in state	U
She forms the decent misery with joy	X
And loads with pomp the wretch she would destroy	X
A spacious hall is hung with black all light	F
Shut out and noon day darken'd into night	F
From the mid roof a lamp depends on high	Y
Like a dim crescent in a clouded sky	Y
It sheds a quiv'ring melancholy gloom	Q
Which only shows the darkness of the room	Q
A shining axe is on the table laid	Z
A dreadful sight and glitters through the shade	Z
In this sad scene the lovers are confin'd	O
A scene of terrors to a guilty mind	O
A scene that would have damp'd with rising cares	A
And quite extinguish'd every love but theirs	A
What can they do They fix their mournful eyes	A
Then Guilford thus abruptly I despise	A
An empire lost I fling away the crown	A2
Numbers have laid that bright delusion down	A2
But where's the Charles or Dioclesian where	E
Could quit the blooming wedded weeping fair	E
Oh to dwell ever on thy lip to stand	B2
In full possession of thy snowy hand	B2
And thro' th' unclouded crystal of thine eye	Y
The heavenly treasures of thy mind to spy	Y
Till rapture reason happily destroys	A
And my soul wanders through immortal joys	A
Give me the world and ask me where's my bliss	A
I clasp thee to my breast and answer this	A
And shall the grave He groans and can no more	E
But all her charms in silence traces o'er	E
Her lip her cheek and eye to wonder wrought	C2
And wond'ring sees in sad presaging thought	C2
From that fair neck that world of beauty fall	D2
And roll along the dust a ghastly ball	D2
Oh let those tremble who are greatly bless'd	E2
For who but Guilford could be thus distress'd	E2
Come hither all you happy all you great	U
From flowery meadows and from rooms of state	U
Nor think I call your pleasures to destroy	X
But to refine and to exalt your joy	X
Weep not but smiling fix your ardent care	E
On nobler titles than the brave or fair	E
Was ever such a mournful moving sight	F
See if you can by that dull trembling light	F
Now they embrace and mix'd with bitter woe	L
Like Isis and her Thames one stream they flow	L
Now they start wide fix'd in benumbing care	E
They stiffen into statues of despair	E
Now tenderly severe and fiercely kind	O
They rush at once they fling their cares behind	O
And clasp as if to death new vows repeat	W
And quite wrapp'd up in love forget their fate	U
A short delusion for the raging pain	M
Returns and their poor hearts must bleed again	F2
Meantime the queen new cruelty decreed	G2
But ill content that they should only bleed	G2
A priest is sent who with insidious art	P
Instills his poison into Suffolk's heart	P
And Guilford drank it banging on the breast	E2
He from his childhood was with Rome possest	E2
When now the ministers of death draw nigh	Y
And in her dearest lord she first must die	Y
The subtle priest who long had watch'd to find	E2
The most unguarded passes of her mind	E2
Bespoke her thus Grieve not 'tis in your power	E
Your lord to rescue from this fatal hour	E
Her bosom pants she draws her breath with pain	M
A sudden horror thrills through every vein	M
Life seems suspended on his words intent	E2
And her soul trembles for the great event	E2
The priest proceeds Embrace the faith of Rome	H2
And ward your own your lord's and father's doom	Q
Ye blessed spirits now your charge sustain	M
The past was ease now first she suffers pain	M
Must she pronounce her father's death must she	I2
Bid Guilford bleed It must not cannot be	I2
It cannot be But 'tis the Christian's praise	A
Above impossibilities to raise	A
The weakness of our nature and deride	E2
Of vain philosophy the boasted pride	E2
What though our feeble sinews scarce impart	E2
A moment's swiftness to the feather'd dart	E2
Though tainted air our vig'rous youth can break	B
And a chill blast the hardy warrior shake	B
Yet are we strong hear the loud tempest roar	E
From east to west and call us weak no more	E
The lightning's unresisted force proclaims	A
Our might and thunders raise our humble names	A
'Tis our Jehovah fills the heavens as long	B
As he shall reign Almighty we are strong	B
We by devotion borrow from his throne	G
And almost make Omnipotence our own	G
We force the gates of heaven by fervent prayer	E
And call forth triumph out of man's despair	E
Our lovely mourner kneeling lifts her eyes	A
And bleeding heart in silence to the skies	A
Devoutly sad then bright'ning like the day	E2
When sudden winds sweep scatter'd clouds away	E2
Shining in majesty till now unknown	G
And breathing life and spirit scarce her own	G
She rising speaks If these the terms	A
Here Guilford cruel Guilford barb'rous man	J2
Is this thy love as swift as lightning ran	J2
O'erwhelm'd her with tempestuous sorrow fraught	E2
And stifled in its birth the mighty thought	E2
Then bursting fresh into a flood of tears	A
Fierce resolute delirious with his fears	A
His fears for her alone he beat his breast	E2
And thus the fervour of his soul exprest	E2
Oh let thy thought o'er our past converse rove	K2
And show one moment uninflam'd with love	L2
Oh if thy kindness can no longer last	E2
In pity to thyself forget the past	E2
Else wilt thou never void of shame and fear	E
Pronounce his doom whom thou hast held so dear	E
Thou who hast took me to thy arms and swore	E
Empires were vile and fate could give no more	E
That to continue was its utmost power	E
And make the future like the present hour	E
Now call a ruffian bid his cruel sword	E2
Lay wide the bosom of thy worthless lord	E2
Transfix his heart since you its love disclaim	M2
And stain his honour with a traitor's name	M2
This might perhaps be borne without remorse	A
But sure a father's pangs will have their force	A
Shall his good age so near its journey's end	E2
Through cruel torment to the grave descend	E2
His shallow blood all issue at a wound	E2
Wash a slave's feet and smoke upon the ground	E2
But he to you has ever been severe	E
Then take your vengeance Suffolk now drew near	E
Bending beneath the burden of his care	E
His robes neglected and his head was bare	E
Decrepid winter in the yearly ring	B
Thus slowly creeps to meet the blooming spring	B
Downward he cast a melancholy look	B
Thrice turn'd to hide his grief then faintly spoke	B
Now deep in years and forward in decay	E2
That axe can only rob me of a day	E2
For thee my soul's desire I can't refrain	M
And shall my tears my last tears flow in vain	M
When you shall know a mother's tender name	M2
My heart's distress no longer will you blame	M2
At this afar his bursting groans were heard	E2
The tears ran trickling down his silver beard	E2
He snatch'd her hand which to his lips he prest	E2
And bid her plant a dagger in his breast	E2
Then sinking call'd her piety unjust	E2
And soil'd his hoary temples in the dust	E2
Hard hearted men will you no mercy know	L
Has the queen brib'd you to distress her foe	L
O weak deserters to misfortune's part	E2
By false affection thus to pierce her heart	E2
When she had soar'd to let your arrows fly	Y
And fetch her bleeding from the middle sky	Y
And can her virtue springing from the ground	E2
Her flight recover and disdain the wound	E2
When cleaving love and human interest bind	E2
The broken force of her aspiring mind	E2
As round the gen'rous eagle which in vain	M
Exerts her strength the serpent wreaths his train	M
Her struggling wings entangles curling plies	A
His pois'nous tail and stings her as she flies	A
While yet the blow's first dreadful weight she feels	A
And with its force her resolution reels	A
Large doors unfolding with a mournful sound	E2
To view discover welt'ring on the ground	E2
Three headless trunks of those whose arms maintain'd	E2
And in her wars immortal glory gain'd	E2
The lifted axe assur'd her ready doom	Q
And silent mourners sadden'd all the room	Q
Shall I proceed or here break off my tale	N2
Nor truths to stagger human faith reveal	O2
She met this utmost malice of her fate	E2
With Christian dignity and pious state	E2
The beating storm's propitious rage she blest	E2
And all the martyr triumph'd in her breast	E2
Her lord and father for a moment's space	A
She strictly folded in her soft embrace	A
Then thus she spoke while angels heard on high	Y
And sudden gladness smil'd along the sky	Y
Your over fondness has not mov'd my hate	E2
I am well pleas'd you make my death so great	E2
I joy I cannot save you and have giv'n	M
Two lives much dearer than my own to heaven	M
If so the queen decrees But I have cause	A
To hope my blood will satisfy the laws	A
And there is mercy still for you in store	E
With me the bitterness of death is o'er	E
He shot his sting in that farewell embrace	A
And all that is to come is joy and peace	A
Then let mistaken sorrow be supprest	E2
Nor seem to envy my approaching rest	E2
Then turning to the ministers of fate	E2
She smiling says My victory complete	E2
And tell your queen I thank her for the blow	L
And grieve my gratitude I cannot show	L
A poor return I leave in England's crown	M
For everlasting pleasure and renown	M
Her guilt alone allays this happy hour	E
Her guilt the only vengeance in her power	E
Not Rome untouch'd with sorrow heard her fate	E2
And fierce Maria pitied her too late	E2