Lament Xvii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF AAGG HHAA IJKK LLMN OOPP HHLL QRSS TTLL LLKK EEUU| God hath laid his hand on me | A |
| He hath taken all my glee | A |
| And my spirit's emptied cup | B |
| Soon must give its life blood up | B |
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| If the sun doth wake and rise | C |
| If it sink in gilded skies | C |
| All alike my heart doth ache | D |
| Comfort it can never take | D |
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| From my eyelids there do flow | E |
| Tears and I must weep e'en so | E |
| Ever ever Lord of Light | F |
| Who can hide him from thy sight | F |
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| Though we shun the stormy sea | A |
| Though from war's affray we flee | A |
| Yet misfortune shows her face | G |
| Howsoe'er concealed our place | G |
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| Mine a life so far from fame | H |
| Few there were could know my name | H |
| Evil hap and jealousy | A |
| Had no way of harming me | A |
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| But the Lord who doth disdain | I |
| Flimsy safeguards raised by man | J |
| Struck a blow more swift and sure | K |
| In that I was more secure | K |
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| Poor philosophy so late | L |
| Of its power wont to prate | L |
| Showeth its incompetence | M |
| Now that joy proceedeth hence | N |
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| Sometimes still it strives to prove | O |
| Heavy care it can remove | O |
| But its little weight doth fail | P |
| To raise sorrow in the scale | P |
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| Idle is the foolish claim | H |
| Harm can have another name | H |
| He who laughs when he is sad | L |
| I should say was only mad | L |
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| Him who tries to prove our tears | Q |
| Trifles I will lend mine ears | R |
| But my sorrow he thereby | S |
| Doth not check but magnify | S |
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| Choice I have none I must needs | T |
| Weep if all my spirit bleeds | T |
| Calling it a graceless part | L |
| Only stabs anew my heart | L |
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| All such medicine dear Lord | L |
| Is another sharper sword | L |
| Who my healing would insure | K |
| Will seek out a gentler cure | K |
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| Let my tears prolong their flow | E |
| Wisdom I most truly know | E |
| Hath no power to console | U |
| Only God can make me whole | U |
Jan Kochanowski
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