To The Memory Of Henry Kirke White, By A Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLAAIIMMNNOOPPOQRRSS TTUUFFUUVVWWGGIISSXX YZA2A2HHB2C2D2D2E2E2 KKF2F2| If worth if genius to the world are dear | A |
| To Henry's shade devote no common tear | B |
| His worth on no precarious tenure hung | C |
| From genuine piety his virtues sprung | C |
| If pure benevolence if steady sense | D |
| Can to the feeling heart delight dispense | D |
| If all the highest efforts of the mind | E |
| Exalted noble elegant refined | E |
| Call for fond sympathy's heart felt regret | F |
| Ye sons of genius pay the mournful debt | F |
| His friends can truly speak how large his claim | G |
| And Life was only wanting to his fame | G |
| Art thou indeed dear youth for ever fled | H |
| So quickly number'd with the silent dead | H |
| Too sure I read it in the downcast eye | I |
| Hear it in mourning friendship's stifled sigh | I |
| Ah could esteem or admiration save | J |
| So dear an object from the untimely grave | J |
| This transcript faint had not essay'd to tell | K |
| The loss of one beloved revered so well | K |
| Vainly I try even eloquence were weak | L |
| The silent sorrow that I feel to speak | L |
| No more my hours of pain thy voice will cheer | A |
| And bind my spirit to this lower sphere | A |
| Bend o'er my suffering frame with gentle sigh | I |
| And bid new fire relume my languid eye | I |
| No more the pencil's mimic art command | M |
| And with kind pity guide my trembling hand | M |
| Nor dwell upon the page in fond regard | N |
| To trace the meaning of the Tuscan bard | N |
| Vain all the pleasures thou canst not inspire | O |
| And in my breast the imperfect joys expire | O |
| I fondly hoped thy hand might grace my shrine | P |
| And little dream'd I should have wept o'er thine | P |
| In fancy's eye methought I saw thy lyre | O |
| With virtue's energies each bosom fire | Q |
| I saw admiring nations press around | R |
| Eager to catch the animating sound | R |
| And when at length sunk in the shades of night | S |
| To brighter worlds thy spirit wing'd its flight | S |
| Thy country hail'd thy venerated shade | T |
| And each graced honour to thy memory paid | T |
| Such was the fate hope pictured to my view | U |
| But who alas e'er found hope's visions true | U |
| And ah a dark presage when last we met | F |
| Sadden'd the social hour with deep regret | F |
| When thou thy portrait from the minstrel drew | U |
| The living Edwin starting on my view | U |
| Silent I ask'd of Heaven a lengthen'd date | V |
| His genius thine but not like thine his fate | V |
| Shuddering I gazed and saw too sure revealed | W |
| The fatal truth by hope till then conceal'd | W |
| Too strong the portion of celestial flame | G |
| For its weak tenement the fragile frame | G |
| Too soon for us it sought its native sky | I |
| And soar'd impervious to the mortal eye | I |
| Like some clear planet shadow'd from our sight | S |
| Leaving behind long tracks of lucid light | S |
| So shall thy bright example fire each youth | X |
| With love of virtue piety and truth | X |
| Long o'er thy loss shall grateful Granta mourn | Y |
| And bid her sons revere thy favour'd urn | Z |
| When thy loved flower spring's victory makes known | A2 |
| The primrose pale shall bloom for thee alone | A2 |
| Around thy urn the rosemary well spread | H |
| Whose tender fragrance emblem of the dead | H |
| Shall teach the maid whose bloom no longer lives | B2 |
| That virtue every perish'd grace survives | C2 |
| Farewell sweet Moralist heart sickening grief | D2 |
| Tells me in duty's path to seek relief | D2 |
| With surer aim on faith's strong pinions rise | E2 |
| And seek hope's vanish'd anchor in the skies | E2 |
| Yet still on thee shall fond remembrance dwell | K |
| And to the world thy worth delight to tell | K |
| Though well I feel unworthy thee the lays | F2 |
| That to thy memory weeping friendship pays | F2 |
Henry Kirk White
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