The Forerunners Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBB CDEFBB GHGHBB IJIBBB AKAKHH LMLMHH| The harbingers are come See see their mark | A |
| White is their colour and behold my head | B |
| But must they have my brain must they dispark | A |
| Those sparkling notions which therein were bred | B |
| Must dulnesse turn me to a clod | B |
| Yet have they left me Thou art still my God | B |
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| Good men ye be to leave me my best room | C |
| Ev'n all my heart and what is lodged there | D |
| I passe not I what of the rest become | E |
| So Thou art still my God be out of fear | F |
| He will be pleased with that dittie | B |
| And if I please him I write fine and wittie | B |
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| Farewell sweet phrases lovely metaphors | G |
| But will ye leave me thus when ye before | H |
| Of stews and brothels onely knew the doores | G |
| Then did I wash you with my tears and more | H |
| Brought you to Church well drest and clad | B |
| My God must have my best ev'n all I had | B |
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| Louely enchanting language sugar cane | I |
| Hony of roses whither wilt thou flie | J |
| Hath some fond lover tic'd thee to thy bane | I |
| And wilt thou leave the Church and love a stie | B |
| Fie thou wilt soil thy broider'd coat | B |
| And hurt thy self and him that sings the note | B |
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| Let foolish lovers if they will love dung | A |
| With canvas not with arras clothe their shame | K |
| Let follie speak in her own native tongue | A |
| True beautie dwells on high ours is a flame | K |
| But borrow'd thence to light us thither | H |
| Beautie and beauteous words should go together | H |
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| Yet if you go I passe not take your way | L |
| For Thou art still my God is all that ye | M |
| Perhaps with more embellishment can say | L |
| Go birds of spring let winter have his fee | M |
| Let a bleak palenesse chalk the doore | H |
| So all within be livelier then before | H |
George Herbert
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