An Ode, On The Death Of Mr. Henry Purcell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAB CDDCEFEECF GGHHIHJKLJMLM NOPPQQP

Late Servant to his Majesty andA
Organist of the Chapel Royal andA
of St Peter's WestminsterB
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Mark how the Lark and Linnet SingC
With rival NotesD
They strain their warbling ThroatsD
To welcome in the SpringC
But in the close of NightE
When Philomel begins her Heav'nly layF
They cease their mutual spiteE
Drink in her Music with delightE
And list'ning and silent and silent and list'ningC
And list'ning and silent obeyF
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So ceas'd the rival Crew when Purcell cameG
They Sung no more or only Sung his FameG
Struck dumb they all admir'd the God like ManH
The God like ManH
Alas too soon retir'dI
As He too late beganH
We beg not Hell our Orpheus to restoreJ
Had He been thereK
Their Sovereign's fearL
Had sent Him back beforeJ
The pow'r of Harmony too well they knowM
He long e'er this had Tun'd their jarring SphereL
And left no Hell belowM
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The Heav'nly Choir who heard his Notes from high-
Let down the Scale of Music from the Sky-
They handed him alongN
And all the way He taught and all the way they SungO
Ye Brethren of the Lyre and tuneful VoiceP
Lament his Lot but at your own rejoiceP
Now live secure and linger out your daysQ
The Gods are pleas'd alone with Purcell's LaysQ
Nor know to mend their ChoiceP

John Dryden



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