On The Memory Of Mr. Edward King, Drown'd In The Irish Seas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDCEFFDDGHCCEEIJ KKLLDDEECCDDDDCC CCAAMNOODDPPQQAAAA| I like not tears in tune nor do I prize | A |
| His artificial grief that scans his eyes | A |
| Mine weep down pious beads but why should I | B |
| Confine them to the Muses' rosary | C |
| I am no poet here my pen's the spout | D |
| Where the rain water of my eyes runs out | D |
| In pity of that name whose fate we see | C |
| Thus copied out in grief's hydrography | E |
| The Muses are not mermaids though upon | F |
| His death the ocean might turn Helicon | F |
| The sea's too rough for verse who rhymes upon 't | D |
| With Xerxes strives to fetter th' Hellespont | D |
| My tears will keep no channel know no laws | G |
| To guide their streams but like the waves their cause | H |
| Run with disturbance till they swallow me | C |
| As a description of his misery | C |
| But can his spacious virtue find a grave | E |
| Within th' imposthum'd bubble of a wave | E |
| Whose learning if we sound we must confess | I |
| The sea but shallow and him bottomless | J |
| Could not the winds to countermand thy death | K |
| With their whole card of lungs redeem thy breath | K |
| Or some new island in thy rescue peep | L |
| To heave thy resurrection from the deep | L |
| That so the world might see thy safety wrought | D |
| With no less miracle than thyself was thought | D |
| The famous Stagirite who in his life | E |
| Had Nature as familiar as his wife | E |
| Bequeath'd his widow to survive with thee | C |
| Queen Dowager of all philosophy | C |
| An ominous legacy that did portend | D |
| Thy fate and predecessor's second end | D |
| Some have affirm'd that what on earth we find | D |
| The sea can parallel in shape and kind | D |
| Books arts and tongues were wanting but in thee | C |
| Neptune hath got an university | C |
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| We'll dive no more for pearls the hope to see | C |
| Thy sacred reliques of mortality | C |
| Shall welcome storms and make the seaman prize | A |
| His shipwreck now more than his merchandise | A |
| He shall embrace the waves and to thy tomb | M |
| As to a royaler exchange shall come | N |
| What can we now expect Water and fire | O |
| Both elements our ruin do conspire | O |
| And that dissolves us which doth us compound | D |
| One Vatican was burnt another drown'd | D |
| We of the gown our libraries must toss | P |
| To understand the greatness of our loss | P |
| Be pupils to our grief and so much grow | Q |
| In learning as our sorrows overflow | Q |
| When we have fill'd the rundlets of our eyes | A |
| We'll issue 't forth and vent such elegies | A |
| As that our tears shall seem the Irish Seas | A |
| We floating islands living Hebrides | A |
John Cleveland
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