The Force Of Religion; Or, Vanquished Love. Book Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDEFFGGBBHHIIBBJJKK LLMMEENNEEGGMMEEAAEE BBOOPPQQRRMMAASTOOGG UUVVWUXXFFYYQQZZOOAA AAA2A2EEB2B2YYAAAAEE C2C2D2D2E2E2UUXXEEFF LLEEOOWUMF2G2G2PPE2E 2YYE2E2EEMME2E2H2QMM I2I2AAE2E2E2E2BBEEAA BBGGEEAAE2E2GGAJ2J2E 2E2AAE2E2K2L2E2E2EEE EEEE2E2M2M2AAE2E2E2E 2EEEEBBBBE2E2MMM2M2E 2E2E2E2E2E2LLE2E2YYE 2E2E2E2MMAAAAE2E2E2E 2QQN2O2E2E2E2E2AAYYE 2E2MMAAEEAAE2E2E2E2L LMMEEE2E2| 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 |
Edward Young
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