A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIFJ KLMND OPQRSTUVWXYZS A2B2C2D2E2F2G2H2I I2J2K2L2M2N2O2EP2EQ2 R2S2T2U2V2W2X2 EY2EZ2GA3B3C3X2J2I2 D3E3F3CG3Q2H3D I3J3K3Q2IK3 L3YN2M3A2N3D2O3P3TQ3 VR3Q2N3X2K3N3X2M3D2S 3T3O2A3IV2U3EK3J2V3W 3X3Y3Z3I A4B4W3C4A4K2 D4R2D3E4F4T3K3 IIG4S2H H4R2K2F3I4J2J4 IK4W3X2J2L4M4J3N4O4C 2P4Q4R4S4T4P4U4 V4W4K4X4J4Y4Z4J2 A3J2Q2| Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth | A |
| To mingle with his stars and every muse | B |
| Astonish'd into silence shun the weight | C |
| Of honours due to his illustrious name | D |
| But what can man Even now the sons of light | E |
| In strains high warbled to seraphic lyre | F |
| Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss | G |
| Yet am not I deterr'd though high the theme | H |
| And sung to harps of angels for with you | I |
| Ethereal flames ambitious I aspire | F |
| In Nature's general symphony to join | J |
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| And what new wonders can ye show your guest | K |
| Who while on this dim spot where mortals toil | L |
| Clouded in dust from motion's simple laws | M |
| Could trace the secret hand of Providence | N |
| Wide working through this universal frame | D |
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| Have ye not listen'd while he bound the suns | O |
| And planets to their spheres th' unequal task | P |
| Of humankind till then Oft had they roll'd | Q |
| O'er erring man the year and oft disgrac'd | R |
| The pride of schools before their course was known | S |
| Full in its causes and effects to him | T |
| All piercing sage who sat not down and dream'd | U |
| Romantic schemes defended by the din | V |
| Of specious words and tyranny of names | W |
| But bidding his amazing mind attend | X |
| And with heroic patience years on years | Y |
| Deep searching saw at last the system dawn | Z |
| And shine of all his race on him alone | S |
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| What were his raptures then how pure how strong | A2 |
| And what the triumphs of old Greece and Rome | B2 |
| By his diminish'd but the pride of boys | C2 |
| In some small fray victorious when instead | D2 |
| Of shatter'd parcels of this earth usurp'd | E2 |
| By violence unmanly and sore deeds | F2 |
| Of cruelty and blood Nature herself | G2 |
| Stood all subdu'd by him and open laid | H2 |
| Her every latent glory to his view | I |
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| All intellectual eye our solar round | I2 |
| First gazing through he by the blended power | J2 |
| Of gravitation and projection saw | K2 |
| The whole in silent harmony revolve | L2 |
| From unassisted vision hid the moons | M2 |
| To cheer remoter planets numerous pour'd | N2 |
| By him in all their mingled tracts were seen | O2 |
| He also fix'd the wandering Queen of Night | E |
| Whether she wanes into a scanty orb | P2 |
| Or waxing broad with her pale shadowy light | E |
| In a soft deluge overflows the sky | Q2 |
| Her every motion clear discerning he | R2 |
| Adjusted to the mutual main and taught | S2 |
| Why now the mighty mass of water swells | T2 |
| Resistless heaving on the broken rocks | U2 |
| And the full river turning till again | V2 |
| The tide revertive unattracted leaves | W2 |
| A yellow waste of idle sands behind | X2 |
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| Then breaking hence he took his ardent flight | E |
| Through the blue infinite and every star | Y2 |
| Which the clear concave of a winter's night | E |
| Pours on the eye or astronomic tube | Z2 |
| Far stretching snatches from the dark abyss | G |
| Or such as farther in successive skies | A3 |
| To fancy shine alone at his approach | B3 |
| Blaz'd into suns the living centre each | C3 |
| Of an harmonious system all combin'd | X2 |
| And rul'd unerring by that single power | J2 |
| Which draws the stone projected to the ground | I2 |
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| O unprofuse magnificence divine | D3 |
| O wisdom truly perfect thus to call | E3 |
| From a few causes such a scheme of things | F3 |
| Effects so various beautiful and great | C |
| An universe complete and O belov'd | G3 |
| Of Heaven whose well purg'd penetrative eye | Q2 |
| The mystic veil transpiercing inly scann'd | H3 |
| The rising moving wide establish'd frame | D |
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| He first of men with awful wing pursu'd | I3 |
| The comet through the long elliptic curve | J3 |
| As round innumerous worlds he wound his way | K3 |
| Till to the forehead of our evening sky | Q2 |
| Return'd the blazing wonder glares anew | I |
| And o'er the trembling nations shakes dismay | K3 |
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| The heavens are all his own from the wild rule | L3 |
| Of whirling vortices and circling spheres | Y |
| To their first great simplicity restor'd | N2 |
| The schools astonish'd stood but found it vain | M3 |
| To keep at odds with demonstration strong | A2 |
| And unawaken'd dream beneath the blaze | N3 |
| Of truth At once their pleasing visions fled | D2 |
| With the gay shadows of the morning mix'd | O3 |
| When Newton rose our philosophic sun | P3 |
| Th' a rial flow of sound was known to him | T |
| From whence it first in wavy circles breaks | Q3 |
| Till the touch'd organ takes the message in | V |
| Nor could the darting beam of speed immense | R3 |
| Escape his swift pursuit and measuring eye | Q2 |
| Ev'n Light itself which every thing displays | N3 |
| Shone undiscover'd till his brighter mind | X2 |
| Untwisted all the shining robe of day | K3 |
| And from the whitening undistinguish'd blaze | N3 |
| Collecting every ray into his kind | X2 |
| To the charm'd eye educ'd the gorgeous train | M3 |
| Of parent colours First the flaming red | D2 |
| Sprung vivid forth the tawny orange next | S3 |
| And next delicious yellow by whose side | T3 |
| Fell the kind beams of all refreshing green | O2 |
| Then the pure blue that swells autumnal skies | A3 |
| Ethereal played and then of sadder hue | I |
| Emerg'd the deepen'd indigo as when | V2 |
| The heavy skirted evening droops with frost | U3 |
| While the last gleamings of refracted light | E |
| Died in the fainting violet away | K3 |
| These when the clouds distil the rosy shower | J2 |
| Shine out distinct adown the wat'ry bow | V3 |
| While o'er our heads the dewy vision bends | W3 |
| Delightful melting on the fields beneath | X3 |
| Myriads of mingling dyes from these result | Y3 |
| And myriads still remain infinite source | Z3 |
| Of beauty ever flushing ever new | I |
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| Did ever poet image aught so fair | A4 |
| Dreaming in whisp'ring groves by the hoarse brook | B4 |
| Or prophet to whose rapture heaven descends | W3 |
| Ev'n now the setting sun and shifting clouds | C4 |
| Seen Greenwich from thy lovely heights declare | A4 |
| How just how beauteous the refractive law | K2 |
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| The noiseless tide of time all bearing down | D4 |
| To vast eternity's unbounded sea | R2 |
| Where the green islands of the happy shine | D3 |
| He stemm'd alone and to the source involv'd | E4 |
| Deep in primeval gloom ascending rais'd | F4 |
| His lights at equal distances to guide | T3 |
| Historian wilder'd on his darksome way | K3 |
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| But who can number up his labours who | I |
| His high discoveries sing When but a few | I |
| Of the deep studying race can stretch their minds | G4 |
| To what he knew in fancy's lighter thought | S2 |
| How shall the muse then grasp the mighty theme | H |
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| What wonder thence that his devotion swell'd | H4 |
| Responsive to his knowledge For could he | R2 |
| Whose piercing mental eye diffusive saw | K2 |
| The finish'd university of things | F3 |
| In all its order magnitude and parts | I4 |
| Forbear incessant to adore that Power | J2 |
| Who fills sustains and actuates the whole | J4 |
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| Say ye who best can tell ye happy few | I |
| Who saw him in the softest lights of life | K4 |
| All unwithheld indulging to his friends | W3 |
| The vast unborrow'd treasures of his mind | X2 |
| oh speak the wondrous man how mild how calr | J2 |
| How greatly humble how divinely good | L4 |
| How firm establish'd on eternal truth | M4 |
| Fervent in doing well with every nerve | J3 |
| Still pressing on forgetful of the past | N4 |
| And panting for perfection far above | O4 |
| Those little cares and visionary joys | C2 |
| That so perplex the fond impassion'd heart | P4 |
| Of ever cheated ever trusting man | Q4 |
| This Conduitt from thy rural hours we hope | R4 |
| As through the pleasing shade where nature pours | S4 |
| Her every sweet in studious ease you walk | T4 |
| The social passions smiling at thy heart | P4 |
| That glows with all the recollected sage | U4 |
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| And you ye hopeless gloomy minded tribe | V4 |
| You who unconscious of those nobler flights | W4 |
| That reach impatient at immortal life | K4 |
| Against the prime endearing privilege | X4 |
| Of being dare contend say can a soul | J4 |
| Of such extensive deep tremendous powers | Y4 |
| Enlarging still be but a finer breath | Z4 |
| Of spirits dancing through their tubes awhile | |
| And then for ever lost in vacant air | J2 |
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| But hark methinks I hear a warning voice | |
| Solemn as when some awful change is come | |
| Sound through the world 'Tis done the measure's full | |
| And I resign my charge Ye mouldering stones | |
| That build the towering pyramid the proud | |
| Triumphal arch the monument effac'd | |
| By ruthless ruin and whate'er supports | |
| The worship'd name of hoar antiquity | |
| Down to the dust What grandeur can ye boast | |
| While Newton lifts his column to the skies | A3 |
| Beyond the waste of time Let no weak drop | |
| Be shed for him The virgin in her bloom | |
| Cut off the joyous youth and darling child | |
| These are the tombs that claim the tender tear | J2 |
| And elegiac song But Newton calls | |
| For other notes of gratulation high | Q2 |
| That now he wanders through those endless worlds | |
| He here so well descried and wondering talks | |
| And hymns t |
James Thomson
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