The Loss Of The Eurydice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDEE FCGG CHGG GGII JJKL MMNN OOPP QQRR SSSS HHQQ CTUU QQS QQ S VVSS PPWW QQQO SSXX YYQQ KKZA2 B2B2CC QQCC SSC2C2 C2C2TC C2C2SS SSKK CCC2C2 QQC2C2 D2D2C2 D2D2E2EFoundered March | A |
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The Eurydice it concerned thee O Lord | B |
Three hundred souls O alas on board | B |
Some asleep unawakened all un | C |
warned eleven fathoms fallen | C |
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Where she foundered One stroke | D |
Felled and furled them the hearts of oak | D |
And flockbells off the aerial | E |
Downs' forefalls beat to the burial | E |
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For did she pride her freighted fully on | F |
Bounden bales or a hoard of bullion | C |
Precious passing measure | G |
Lads and men her lade and treasure | G |
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She had come from a cruise training seamen | C |
Men boldboys soon to be men | H |
Must it worst weather | G |
Blast bole and bloom together | G |
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No Atlantic squall overwrought her | G |
Or rearing billow of the Biscay water | G |
Home was hard at hand | I |
And the blow bore from land | I |
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And you were a liar O blue March day | J |
Bright sun lanced fire in the heavenly bay | J |
But what black Boreas wrecked her he | K |
Came equipped deadly electric | L |
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A beetling baldbright cloud thorough England | M |
Riding there did stores not mingle and | M |
Hailropes hustle and grind their | N |
Heavengravel wolfsnow worlds of it wind there | N |
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Now Carisbrook keep goes under in gloom | O |
Now it overvaults Appledurcombe | O |
Now near by Ventnor town | P |
It hurls hurls off Boniface Down | P |
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Too proud too proud what a press she bore | Q |
Royal and all her royals wore | Q |
Sharp with her shorten sail | R |
Too late lost gone with the gale | R |
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This was that fell capsize | S |
As half she had righted and hoped to rise | S |
Death teeming in by her portholes | S |
Raced down decks round messes of mortals | S |
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Then a lurch forward frigate and men | H |
'All hands for themselves' the cry ran then | H |
But she who had housed them thither | Q |
Was around them bound them or wound them with her | Q |
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Marcus Hare high her captain | C |
Kept to her care drowned and wrapped in | T |
Cheer's death would follow | U |
His charge through the champ white water in a wallow | U |
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All under Channel to bury in a beach her | Q |
Cheeks Right rude of feature | Q |
He thought he heard say | S |
'Her commander and thou too and thou this way ' | - |
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It is even seen time's something server | Q |
In mankind's medley a duty swerver | Q |
At downright 'No or yes ' | - |
Doffs all drives full for righteousness | S |
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Sydney Fletcher Bristol bred | V |
Low lie his mates now on watery bed | V |
Takes to the seas and snows | S |
As sheer down the ship goes | S |
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Now her afterdraught gullies him too down | P |
Now he wrings for breath with the deathgush brown | P |
Till a lifebelt and God's will | W |
Lend him a lift from the sea swill | W |
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Now he shoots short up to the round air | Q |
Now he gasps now he gazes everywhere | Q |
But his eye no cliff no coast or | Q |
Mark makes in the rivelling snowstorm | O |
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Him after an hour of wintry waves | S |
A schooner sights with another and saves | S |
And he boards her in Oh such joy | X |
He has lost count what came next poor boy | X |
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They say who saw one sea corpse cold | Y |
He was all of lovely manly mould | Y |
Every inch a tar | Q |
Of the best we boast our sailors are | Q |
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Look foot to forelock how all things suit he | K |
Is strung by duty is strained to beauty | K |
And brown as dawning skinned | Z |
With brine and shine and whirling wind | A2 |
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O his nimble finger his gnarled grip | B2 |
Leagues leagues of seamanship | B2 |
Slumber in these forsaken | C |
Bones this sinew and will not waken | C |
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He was but one like thousands more | Q |
Day and night I deplore | Q |
My people and born own nation | C |
Fast foundering own generation | C |
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I might let bygones be our curse | S |
Of ruinous shrine no hand or worse | S |
Robbery's hand is busy to | C2 |
Dress hoar hallow egrave d shrines unvisited | C2 |
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Only the breathing temple and fleet | C2 |
Life this wildworth blown so sweet | C2 |
These daredeaths ay this crew in | T |
Unchrist all rolled in ruin | C |
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Deeply surely I need to deplore it | C2 |
Wondering why my master bore it | C2 |
The riving off that race | S |
So at home time was to his truth and grace | S |
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That a starlight wender of ours would say | S |
The marvellous Milk was Walsingham Way | S |
And one but let be let be | K |
More more than was will yet be | K |
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O well wept mother have lost son | C |
Wept wife wept sweetheart would be one | C |
Though grief yield them no good | C2 |
Yet shed what tears sad truelove should | C2 |
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But to Christ lord of thunder | Q |
Crouch lay knee by earth low under | Q |
'Holiest loveliest bravest | C2 |
Save my hero O Hero savest | C2 |
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And the prayer thou hearst me making | D2 |
Have at the awful overtaking | D2 |
Heard have heard and granted | C2 |
Grace that day grace was wanted ' | - |
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Not that hell knows redeeming | D2 |
But for souls sunk in seeming | D2 |
Fresh till doomfire burn all | E2 |
Prayer shall fetch pity eternal | E |
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