On The Death Of Mr Aikman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDDDDDEEFFGGHI JJKKLLMMNNOODDPPDDDD QQ| Oh could I draw my friend thy genuine mind | A |
| Just as the living forms by thee designed | A |
| Of Raphael's figures none should fairer shine | B |
| Nor Titian's colours longer last than mine | B |
| A mind in wisdom old in lenience young | C |
| From fervent truth where every virtue sprung | C |
| Where all was real modest plain sincere | D |
| Worth above show and goodness unsevere | D |
| Viewed round and round as lucid diamonds throw | D |
| Still as you turn them a revolving glow | D |
| So did his mind reflect with secret ray | D |
| In various virtues Heaven's internal day | D |
| Whether in high discourse it soared sublime | E |
| And sprung impatient o'er the bounds of Time | E |
| Or wandering nature through with raptured eye | F |
| Adored the hand that turned yon azure sky | F |
| Whether to social life he bent his thought | G |
| And the right poise of mingling passions sought | G |
| Gay converse blessed or in the thoughtful grove | H |
| Bid the heart open every source of love | I |
| New varying lights still set before your eyes | J |
| The just the good the social or the wise | J |
| For such a death who can who would refuse | K |
| The friend a tear a verse the mournful muse | K |
| Yet pay we just acknowledgment to heaven | L |
| Though snatched so soon that Aikman e'er was given | L |
| A friend when dead is but removed from sight | M |
| Hid in the lustre of eternal light | M |
| Oft with the mind he wonted converse keeps | N |
| In the lone walk or when the body sleeps | N |
| Lets in a wandering ray and all elate | O |
| Wings and attracts her to another state | O |
| And when the parting storms of life are o'er | D |
| May yet rejoin him in a happier shore | D |
| As those we love decay we die in part | P |
| String after string is severed from the heart | P |
| Till loosened life at last but breathing clay | D |
| Without one pang is gald to fall away | D |
| Unhappy he who latest feels the blow | D |
| Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low | D |
| Dragged lingering on from partial death to death | Q |
| And dying all he can resign is breath | Q |
James Thomson
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