Verses Occasioned By The Death Of Henry Kirke White, By Josiah Conder Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAABCCC DEFFEDDD GHDDHIII JKLLKMNO PQRRQSST UCDDCVVV HWKKKWPPP X| What is this world at best | A |
| Though deck'd in vernal bloom | B |
| By hope and youthful fancy dress'd | A |
| What but a ceaseless toil for rest | A |
| A passage to the tomb | B |
| If flowrets strew | C |
| The avenue | C |
| Though fair alas how fading and how few | C |
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| And every hour comes arm'd | D |
| By sorrow or by woe | E |
| Conceal'd beneath its little wings | F |
| A scythe the soft shod pilferer brings | F |
| To lay some comfort low | E |
| Some tie to unbind | D |
| By love entwined | D |
| Some silken bond that holds the captive mind | D |
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| And every month displays | G |
| The ravages of time | H |
| Faded the flowers The spring is past | D |
| The scattered leaves the wintry blast | D |
| Warn to a milder clime | H |
| The songsters flee | I |
| The leafless tree | I |
| And bear to happier realms their melody | I |
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| Henry the world no more | J |
| Can claim thee for her own | K |
| In purer skies thy radiance beams | L |
| Thy lyre employ'd on nobler themes | L |
| Before the eternal throne | K |
| Yet spirit dear | M |
| Forgive the tear | N |
| Which those must shed who're doom'd to linger here | O |
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| Although a stranger I | P |
| In friendship's train would weep | Q |
| Lost to the world alas so young | R |
| And must thy lyre in silence hung | R |
| On the dark cypress sleep | Q |
| The poet all | S |
| Their friend may call | S |
| And Nature's self attends his funeral | T |
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| Although with feeble wing | U |
| Thy flight I would pursue | C |
| With quicken'd zeal with humbled pride | D |
| Alike our object hopes and guide | D |
| One heaven alike in view | C |
| True it was thine | V |
| To tower to shine | V |
| But I may make thy milder virtues mine | V |
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| If Jesus own my name | H |
| Though fame pronounced it never | W |
| Sweet spirit not with thee alone | K |
| But all whose absence here I moan | K |
| Circling with harps the golden throne | K |
| I shall unite for ever | W |
| At death then why | P |
| Tremble or sigh | P |
| Oh who would wish to live but he who fears to die | P |
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| Dec | X |
Henry Kirk White
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