Of The Death Of Sir T.w. The Elder Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCB DEDE FGFG HFHF IJIJ AKAK LKLK MDMDNO| Wyatt resteth here that quick could never rest | A |
| Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain | B |
| And virtue sank the deeper in his breast | A |
| Such profit he by envy could obtain | B |
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| A head where wisdom mysteries did frame | C |
| Whose hammers beat still in that lively brain | B |
| As on a stithy where that some work of fame | C |
| Was daily wrought to turn to Britain's gain | B |
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| A visage stern and mild where both did grow | D |
| Vice to contemn in virtue to rejoice | E |
| Amid great storms whom grace assured so | D |
| To live upright and smile at fortune's choice | E |
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| A hand that taught what might be said in rhyme | F |
| That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit | G |
| A mark the which unparfited for time | F |
| Some may approach but never none shall hit | G |
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| A tongue that served in foreign realms his king | H |
| Whose courteous talk to virtue did enflame | F |
| Each noble heart a worthy guide to bring | H |
| Our English youth by travail unto fame | F |
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| An eye whose judgment none affect could blind | I |
| Friends to allure and foes to reconcile | J |
| Whose piercing look did represent a mind | I |
| With virtue fraught reposed void of guile | J |
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| A heart where dread was never so impress'd | A |
| To hide the thought that might the truth advance | K |
| In neither fortune loft nor yet repress'd | A |
| To swell in wealth or yield unto mischance | K |
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| A valiant corps where force and beauty met | L |
| Happy alas too happy but for foes | K |
| Lived and ran the race that Nature set | L |
| Of manhood's shape where she the mould did lose | K |
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| But to the heavens that simple soul is fled | M |
| Which left with such as covet Christ to know | D |
| Witness of faith that never shall be dead | M |
| Sent for our health but not received so | D |
| Thus for our guilt this jewel have we lost | N |
| The earth his bones the heavens possess his ghost | O |
Henry Howard
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