Britannia Rediviva Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Our vows are heard betimes and Heaven takes care | B |
| To grant before we can conclude the prayer | B |
| Preventing angels met it half the way | C |
| And sent us back to praise who came to pray | C |
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| Just on the day when the high mounted Sun | D |
| Did furthest in his northern progress run | D |
| He bended forward and even stretch'd the sphere | E |
| Beyond the limits of the lengthen'd year | E |
| To view a brighter sun in Britain born | F |
| That was the business of his longest morn | F |
| The glorious object seen 'twas time to turn | G |
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| Departing Spring could only stay to shed | H |
| Her bloomy beauties on the genial bed | H |
| But left the manly Summer in her stead | H |
| With timely fruit the longing land to cheer | E |
| And to fulfil the promise of the year | E |
| Betwixt two seasons comes the auspicious heir | B |
| This age to blossom and the next to bear | B |
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| Last solemn Sabbath saw the Church attend | I |
| The Paraclete in fiery pomp descend | I |
| But when his wondrous octave roll'd again | J |
| He brought a royal infant in his train | K |
| So great a blessing to so good a king | L |
| None but the Eternal Comforter could bring | L |
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| Or did the mighty Trinity conspire | M |
| As once in council to create our sire | M |
| It seems as if they sent the new born guest | N |
| To wait on the procession of their feast | O |
| And on their sacred anniverse decreed | P |
| To stamp their image on the promised seed | P |
| Three realms united and on one bestow'd | Q |
| An emblem of their mystic union show'd | Q |
| The Mighty Trine the triple empire shared | R |
| As every person would have one to guard | S |
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| Hail son of prayers by holy violence | T |
| Drawn down from heaven but long be banish'd thence | U |
| And late to thy paternal skies retire | V |
| To mend our crimes whole ages would require | M |
| To change the inveterate habit of our sins | W |
| And finish what thy godlike sire begins | W |
| Kind Heaven to make us Englishmen again | J |
| No less can give us than a patriarch's reign | K |
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| The sacred cradle to your charge receive | X |
| Ye seraphs and by turns the guard relieve | X |
| Thy father's angel and thy father join | Y |
| To keep possession and secure the line | Z |
| But long defer the honours of thy fate | A2 |
| Great may they be like his like his be late | A2 |
| That James this running century may view | B2 |
| And give his son an auspice to the new | B2 |
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| Our wants exact at least that moderate stay | C |
| For see the Dragon winged on his way | C |
| To watch the travail and devour the prey | C |
| Or if allusions may not rise so high | C2 |
| Thus when Alcides raised his infant cry | C2 |
| The snakes besieged his young divinity | D2 |
| But vainly with their forked tongues they threat | E2 |
| For opposition makes a hero great | A2 |
| To needful succour all the good will run | D |
| And Jove assert the godhead of his son | D |
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| O still repining at your present state | A2 |
| Grudging yourselves the benefits of fate | A2 |
| Look up and read in characters of light | F2 |
| A blessing sent you in your own despite | F2 |
| The manna falls yet that celestial bread | H |
| Like Jews you munch and murmur while you feed | P |
| May not your fortune be like theirs exiled | G2 |
| Yet forty years to wander in the wild | G2 |
| Or if it be may Moses live at least | O |
| To lead you to the verge of promised rest | N |
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| Though poets are not prophets to foreknow | D |
| What plants will take the blight and what will grow | H2 |
| By tracing Heaven his footsteps may be found | I2 |
| Behold how awfully he walks the round | I2 |
| God is abroad and wondrous in his ways | J2 |
| The rise of empires and their fall surveys | J2 |
| More might I say than with an usual eye | C2 |
| He sees his bleeding church in ruin lie | C2 |
| And hears the souls of saints beneath his altar cry | C2 |
| Already has he lifted high the Sign | D |
| Which crown'd the conquering arms of Constantine | D |
| The Moon grows pale at that presaging sight | F2 |
| And half her train of stars have lost their light | F2 |
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| Behold another Sylvester to bless | K2 |
| The sacred standard and secure success | K2 |
| Large of his treasures of a soul so great | A2 |
| As fills and crowds his universal seat | L2 |
| Now view at home a second Constantine | D |
| The former too was of the British line | D |
| Has not his healing balm your breaches closed | M2 |
| Whose exile many sought and few opposed | M2 |
| Or did not Heaven by its eternal doom | N2 |
| Permit those evils that this good might come | O2 |
| So manifest that even the moon eyed sects | P2 |
| See whom and what this Providence protects | P2 |
| Methinks had we within our minds no more | Q2 |
| Than that one shipwreck on the fatal Ore | Q2 |
| That only thought may make us think again | D |
| What wonders God reserves for such a reign | D |
| To dream that Chance his preservation wrought | R2 |
| Were to think Noah was preserved for nought | R2 |
| Or the surviving eight were not design'd | R2 |
| To people Earth and to restore their kind | R2 |
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| When humbly on the royal babe we gaze | J2 |
| The manly lines of a majestic face | S2 |
| Give awful joy 'tis Paradise to look | T2 |
| On the fair frontispiece of Nature's book | T2 |
| If the first opening page so charms the sight | R2 |
| Think how the unfolded volume will delight | R2 |
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| See how the venerable infant lies | U2 |
| In early pomp how through the mother's eyes | U2 |
| The father's soul with an undaunted view | B2 |
| Looks out and takes our homage as his due | B2 |
| See on his future subjects how he smiles | V2 |
| Nor meanly flatters nor with craft beguiles | V2 |
| But with an open face as on his throne | D |
| Assures our birthrights and assumes his own | D |
| Born in broad day light that the ungrateful rout | R2 |
| May find no room for a remaining doubt | R2 |
| Truth which itself is light does darkness shun | D |
| And the true eaglet safely dares the sun | D |
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| Fain would the fiends have made a dubious birth | W2 |
| Loath to confess the Godhead clothed in earth | W2 |
| But sicken'd after all their baffled lies | V2 |
| To find an heir apparent of the skies | V2 |
| Abandon'd to despair still may they grudge | X2 |
| And owning not the Saviour prove the judge | X2 |
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| Not great neas stood in plainer day | R2 |
| When the dark mantling mist dissolved away | R2 |
| He to the Tyrians show'd his sudden face | V2 |
| Shining with all his goddess mother's grace | V2 |
| For she herself had made his countenance bright | R2 |
| Breathed honour on his eyes and her own purple light | R2 |
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| If our victorious Edward as they say | R2 |
| Gave Wales a prince on that propitious day | R2 |
| Why may not years revolving with his fate | R2 |
| Produce his like but with a longer date | R2 |
| One who may carry to a distant shore | Q2 |
| The terror that his famed forefather bore | Q2 |
| But why should James or his young hero stay | R2 |
| For slight presages of a name or day | R2 |
| We need no Edward's fortune to adorn | D |
| That happy moment when our prince was born | D |
| Our prince adorns his day and ages hence | V2 |
| Shall wish his birth day for some future prince | V2 |
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| Great Michael prince of all the ethereal hosts | V2 |
| And whate'er inborn saints our Britain boasts | V2 |
| And thou the adopted patron of our isle | Y2 |
| With cheerful aspects on this infant smile | Y2 |
| The pledge of Heaven which dropping from above | Z2 |
| Secures our bliss and reconciles his love | Z2 |
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| Enough of ills our dire rebellion wrought | R2 |
| When to the dregs we drank the bitter draught | R2 |
| Then airy atoms did in plagues conspire | M |
| Nor did the avenging angel yet retire | V |
| But purged our still increasing crimes with fire | M |
| Then perjured plots the still impending Test | R2 |
| And worse but charity conceals the rest | R2 |
| Here stop the current of the sanguine flood | R2 |
| Require not gracious God thy martyrs' blood | R2 |
| But let their dying pangs their living toil | A3 |
| Spread a rich harvest through their native soil | A3 |
| A harvest ripening for another reign | D |
| Of which this royal babe may reap the grain | D |
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| Enough of early saints one womb has given | D |
| Enough increased the family of Heaven | D |
| Let them for his and our atonement go | H2 |
| And reigning blest above leave him to rule below | H2 |
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| Enough already has the year foreshow'd | R2 |
| His wonted course the sea has overflow'd | R2 |
| The meads were floated with a weeping spring | L |
| And frighten'd birds in woods forgot to sing | L |
| The strong limb'd steed beneath his harness faints | V2 |
| And the same shivering sweat his lord attaints | V2 |
| When will the minister of wrath give o'er | M |
| Behold him at Araunah's threshing floor | Q2 |
| He stops and seems to sheathe his flaming brand | R2 |
| Pleased with burnt incense from our David's hand | R2 |
| David has bought the Jebusite's abode | R2 |
| And raised an altar to the living God | R2 |
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| Heaven to reward him makes his joys sincere | E |
| No future ills nor accidents appear | E |
| To sully and pollute the sacred infant's year | E |
| Five months to discord and debate were given | D |
| He sanctifies the yet remaining seven | D |
| Sabbath of months henceforth in him be blest | R2 |
| And prelude to the realm's perpetual rest | R2 |
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| Let his baptismal drops for us atone | D |
| Lustrations for offences not his own | D |
| Let Conscience which is Interest ill disguised | R2 |
| In the same font be cleansed and all the land baptized | R2 |
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| Unnamed as yet at least unknown to fame | B3 |
| Is there a strife in Heaven about his name | B3 |
| Where every famous predecessor vies | V2 |
| And makes a faction for it in the skies | V2 |
| Or must it be reserved to thought alone | D |
| Such was the sacred Tetragrammaton | D |
| Things worthy silence must not be reveal'd | R2 |
| Thus the true name of Rome was kept conceal'd | R2 |
| To shun the spells and sorceries of those | V2 |
| Who durst her infant majesty oppose | V2 |
| But when his tender strength in time shall rise | V2 |
| To dare ill tongues and fascinating eyes | V2 |
| This isle which hides the little Thunderer's fame | B3 |
| Shall be too narrow to contain his name | B3 |
| The artillery of heaven shall make him known | D |
| Crete could not hold the god when Jove was grown | D |
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| As Jove's increase who from his brain was born | D |
| Whom arms and arts did equally adorn | D |
| Free of the breast was bred whose milky taste | R2 |
| Minerva's name to Venus had debased | R2 |
| So this imperial babe rejects the food | R2 |
| That mixes monarch's with plebeian blood | R2 |
| Food that his inborn courage might control | C3 |
| Extinguish all the father in his soul | C3 |
| And for his Estian race and Saxon strain | D |
| Might reproduce some second Richard's reign | D |
| Mildness he shares from both his parents' blood | R2 |
| But kings too tame are despicably good | R2 |
| Be this the mixture of this regal child | R2 |
| By nature manly but by virtue mild | R2 |
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| Thus far the furious transport of the news | V2 |
| Had to prophetic madness fired the Muse | V2 |
| Madness ungovernable uninspired | R2 |
| Swift to foretell whatever she desired | R2 |
| Was it for me the dark abyss to tread | R2 |
| And read the book which angels cannot read | R2 |
| How was I punish'd when the sudden blast | R2 |
| The face of heaven and our young sun o'ercast | R2 |
| Fame the swift ill increasing as she roll'd | R2 |
| Disease despair and death at three reprises told | R2 |
| At three insulting strides she stalk'd the town | D |
| And like contagion struck the loyal down | D |
| Down fell the winnow'd wheat but mounted high | C2 |
| The whirlwind bore the chaff and hid the sky | C2 |
| Here black rebellion shooting from below | H2 |
| As earth's gigantic brood by moments grow | H2 |
| And here the sons of God are petrified with woe | H2 |
| An apoplex of grief so low were driven | D |
| The saints as hardly to defend their heaven | D |
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| As when pent vapours run their hollow round | R2 |
| Earthquakes which are convulsions of the ground | R2 |
| Break bellowing forth and no confinement brook | T2 |
| Till the third settles what the former shook | T2 |
| Such heavings had our souls till slow and late | R2 |
| Our life with his return'd and Faith prevail'd on Fate | R2 |
| By prayers the mighty blessing was implored | R2 |
| To prayers was granted and by prayers restored | R2 |
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| So ere the Shunamite a son conceived | R2 |
| The prophet promised and the wife believed | R2 |
| A son was sent the son so much desired | R2 |
| But soon upon the mother's knees expired | R2 |
| The troubled seer approach'd the mournful door | Q2 |
| Ran pray'd and sent his pastoral staff before | Q2 |
| Then stretch'd his limbs upon the child and mourn'd | R2 |
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| Thus Mercy stretches out her hand and saves | V2 |
| Desponding Peter sinking in the waves | V2 |
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| As when a sudden storm of hail and rain | D |
| Beats to the ground the yet unbearded grain | D |
| Think not the hopes of harvest are destroy'd | R2 |
| On the flat field and on the naked void | R2 |
| The light unloaded stem from tempest freed | R2 |
| Will raise the youthful honours of his head | R2 |
| And soon restored by native vigour bear | B |
| The timely product of the bounteous year | E |
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| Nor yet conclude all fiery trials past | R2 |
| For Heaven will exercise us to the last | R2 |
| Sometimes will check us in our full career | E |
| With doubtful blessings and with mingled fear | E |
| That still depending on his daily grace | V2 |
| His every mercy for an alms may pass | V2 |
| With sparing hands will diet us to good | R2 |
| Preventing surfeits of our pamper'd blood | R2 |
| So feeds the mother bird her craving young | D3 |
| With little morsels and delays them long | E3 |
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| True this last blessing was a royal feast | R2 |
| But where's the wedding garment on the guest | R2 |
| Our manners as religion were a dream | F3 |
| Are such as teach the nations to blaspheme | F3 |
| In lusts we wallow and with pride we swell | G3 |
| And injuries with injuries repel | G3 |
| Prompt to revenge not daring to forgive | H3 |
| Our lives unteach the doctrine we believe | X |
| Thus Israel sinn'd impenitently hard | R2 |
| And vainly thought the present ark their guard | R2 |
| But when the haughty Philistines appear | E |
| They fled abandon'd to their foes and fear | E |
| Their God was absent though his ark was there | B |
| Ah lest our crimes should snatch this pledge away | R2 |
| And make our joys the blessings of a day | R2 |
| For we have sinn'd him hence and that he lives | V2 |
| God to his promise not our practice gives | V2 |
| Our crimes would soon weigh down the guilty scale | I3 |
| But James and Mary and the Church prevail | I3 |
| Nor Amalek can rout the chosen bands | V2 |
| While Hur and Aaron hold up Moses' hands | V2 |
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| By living well let us secure his days | V2 |
| Moderate in hopes and humble in our ways | V2 |
| No force the free born spirit can constrain | D |
| But charity and great examples gain | D |
| Forgiveness is our thanks for such a day | R2 |
| 'Tis god like God in his own coin to pay | R2 |
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| But you propitious queen translated here | J3 |
| From your mild heaven to rule our rugged sphere | E |
| Beyond the sunny walks and circling year | E |
| You who your native climate have bereft | R2 |
| Of all the virtues and the vices left | R2 |
| Whom piety and beauty make their boast | R2 |
| Though beautiful is well in pious lost | R2 |
| So lost as star light is dissolved away | R2 |
| And melts into the brightness of the day | R2 |
| Or gold about the regal diadem | F3 |
| Lost to improve the lustre of the gem | F3 |
| What can we add to your triumphant day | R2 |
| Let the great gift the beauteous giver pay | R2 |
| For should our thanks awake the rising sun | D |
| And lengthen as his latest shadows run | D |
| That though the longest day would soon too soon be done | D |
| Let angels' voices with their harps conspire | M |
| But keep the auspicious infant from the quire | V |
| Late let him sing above and let us know | H2 |
| No sweeter music than his cries below | H2 |
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| Nor can I wish to you great Monarch more | Q2 |
| Than such an annual income to your store | Q2 |
| The day which gave this Unit did not shine | D |
| For a less omen than to fill the Trine | D |
| After a prince an admiral beget | R2 |
| The Royal Sovereign wants an anchor yet | R2 |
| Our isle has younger titles still in store | Q2 |
| And when the exhausted land can yield no more | Q2 |
| Your line can force them from a foreign shore | Q2 |
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| The name of Great your martial mind will suit | R2 |
| But justice is your darling attribute | R2 |
| Of all the Greeks 'twas but one hero's due | R2 |
| And in him Plutarch prophesied of you | R2 |
| A prince's favours but on few can fall | K3 |
| But justice is a virtue shared by all | K3 |
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| Some kings the name of conquerors have assumed | R2 |
| Some to be great some to be gods presumed | R2 |
| But boundless power and arbitrary lust | R2 |
| Made tyrants still abhor the name of just | R2 |
| They shunn'd the praise this godlike virtue gives | V2 |
| And fear'd a title that reproach'd their lives | V2 |
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| The Power from which all kings derive their state | R2 |
| Whom they pretend at least to imitate | R2 |
| Is equal both to punish and reward | R2 |
| For few would love their God unless they fear'd | R2 |
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| Resistless force and immortality | R2 |
| Make but a lame imperfect deity | R2 |
| Tempests have force unbounded to destroy | L3 |
| And deathless being even the damn'd enjoy | L3 |
| And yet Heaven's attributes both last and first | R2 |
| One without life and one with life accurst | R2 |
| But justice is Heaven's self so strictly he | R2 |
| That could it fail the Godhead could not be | R2 |
| This virtue is your own but life and state | R2 |
| Are one to Fortune subject one to Fate | R2 |
| Equal to all you justly frown or smile | Y2 |
| Nor hopes nor fears your steady hand beguile | Y2 |
| Yourself our balance hold the world's our isle | Y2 |
John Dryden
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