The Old Man's Relapse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C DDEEFFGG HHIIJJKK BBLLBBMM BBNNOOPP BBBBQQNN RRBBBBCC BBHHSSBB TPHHDDUQ EERRVVJJVerses Occasioned by the Foregoing Epistle | A |
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Sopitos suscita ignes | B |
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VIRG | C |
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From man's too curious and impatient sight | D |
The future Heaven involves in thickest night | D |
Credit gray hairs though freedom much we boast | E |
Some least perform what they determine most | E |
What sudden changes our resolves betray | F |
To morrow is the satire on to day | F |
And shows its weakness Whom shall men believe | G |
When constantly themselves themselves deceive | G |
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Long had I bid my once loved muse adieu | H |
You warm old age my passion burns anew | H |
How sweet your verse how great your force of mind | I |
What power of words what skill in dark mankind | I |
Polite the conduct generous the design | J |
And beauty files and strength sustains each line | J |
Thus Mars and Venus are once more beset | K |
Your wit has caught them in its golden net | K |
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But what strikes home with most exalted grace | B |
Is haughty genius taught to know its place | B |
And where worth shines its humbled crest to bend | L |
With zeal devoted to that godlike end | L |
When we discern so rich a vein of sense | B |
Through the smooth flow of purest eloquence | B |
'Tis like the limpid streams of Tagus roll'd | M |
O'er boundless wealth o'er shining beds of gold | M |
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But whence so finish'd so refin'd a piece | B |
The tongue denies it to old Rome and Greece | B |
The genius bids the moderns doubt their claim | N |
And slowly take possession of the fame | N |
But I nor know nor care by whom 'twas writ | O |
Enough for me that 'tis from human wit | O |
That soothes my pride all glory in the pen | P |
Which has done honour to the race of men | P |
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But this have others done a like applause | B |
An ancient and a modern Horace draws | B |
But they to glory by degrees arose | B |
Meridian lustre you at once disclose | B |
'Tis continence of mind unknown before | Q |
To write so well and yet to write no more | Q |
More bright renown can human nature claim | N |
Than to deserve and fly immortal fame | N |
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Next to the godlike praise of writing well | R |
Is on that praise with just delight to dwell | R |
O for some God my drooping soul to raise | B |
That I might imitate as well as praise | B |
For all commend e'en foes your fame confess | B |
Nor would Augustus' age have priz'd it less | B |
An age which had not held its pride so long | C |
But for the want of so complete a song | C |
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A golden period shall from you commence | B |
Peace shall be sign'd 'twixt wit and manly sense | B |
Whether your genius or your rank they view | H |
The muses find their Halifax in you | H |
Like him succeed nor think my zeal is shown | S |
For you 'tis Britain's interest not your own | S |
For lofty stations are but golden snares | B |
Which tempt the great to fall in love with cares | B |
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I would proceed but age has chill'd my vein | T |
'Twas a short fever and I'm cool again | P |
Though life I hate methinks I could renew | H |
Its tasteless painful course to sing of you | H |
When such the subject who shall curb his flight | D |
When such your genius who shall dare to write | D |
In pure respect I give my rhyming o'er | U |
And to commend you most commend no more | Q |
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Adieu whoe'er thou art on death's pale coast | E |
Erelong I'll talk thee o'er with Dryden's ghost | E |
The bard will smile A last a long farewell | R |
Henceforth I hide me in my dusky cell | R |
There wait the friendly stroke that sets me free | V |
And think of immortality and thee | V |
My strains are number'd by the tuneful Nine | J |
Each maid presents her thanks and all present thee mine | J |
Edward Young
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