Heroic Stanzas On The Death Of Oliver Cromwell, Written After His Funeral. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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And now 'tis time for their officious haste	A
Who would before have borne him to the sky	B
Like eager Romans ere all rites were past	C
Did let too soon the sacred eagle fly	B
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Though our best notes are treason to his fame	D
Join'd with the loud applause of public voice	E
Since Heaven what praise we offer to his name	D
Hath render'd too authentic by its choice	E
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Though in his praise no arts can liberal be	F
Since they whose muses have the highest flown	G
Add not to his immortal memory	F
But do an act of friendship to their own	G
	-
Yet 'tis our duty and our interest too	H
Such monuments as we can build to raise	I
Lest all the world prevent what we should do	H
And claim a title in him by their praise	I
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How shall I then begin or where conclude	J
To draw a fame so truly circular	K
For in a round what order can be show'd	L
Where all the parts so equal perfect are	M
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His grandeur he derived from Heaven alone	G
For he was great ere fortune made him so	N
And wars like mists that rise against the sun	O
Made him but greater seem not greater grow	N
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No borrow'd bays his temples did adorn	P
But to our crown he did fresh jewels bring	Q
Nor was his virtue poison'd soon as born	P
With the too early thoughts of being king	Q
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Fortune that easy mistress to the young	R
But to her ancient servants coy and hard	S
Him at that age her favourites rank'd among	R
When she her best loved Pompey did discard	S
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He private mark'd the faults of others' sway	T
And set as sea marks for himself to shun	O
Not like rash monarchs who their youth betray	T
By acts their age too late would wish undone	O
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And yet dominion was not his design	U
We owe that blessing not to him but Heaven	O
Which to fair acts unsought rewards did join	V
Rewards that less to him than us were given	O
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Our former chiefs like sticklers of the war	W
First sought to inflame the parties then to poise	X
The quarrel loved but did the cause abhor	W
And did not strike to hurt but make a noise	X
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War our consumption was their gainful trade	Y
We inward bled whilst they prolong'd our pain	Z
He fought to end our fighting and essay'd	Y
To staunch the blood by breathing of the vein	Z
	-
Swift and resistless through the land he past	Y
Like that bold Greek who did the East subdue	Y
And made to battles such heroic haste	Y
As if on wings of victory he flew	Y
	-
He fought secure of fortune as of fame	D
Still by new maps the island might be shown	G
Of conquests which he strew'd where'er he came	D
Thick as the galaxy with stars is sown	G
	-
His palms though under weights they did not stand	Y
Still thrived no winter could his laurels fade	Y
Heaven in his portrait show'd a workman's hand	Y
And drew it perfect yet without a shade	Y
	-
Peace was the prize of all his toil and care	A2
Which war had banish'd and did now restore	W
Bologna's walls thus mounted in the air	A2
To seat themselves more surely than before	W
	-
Her safety rescued Ireland to him owes	B2
And treacherous Scotland to no interest true	Y
Yet blest that fate which did his arms dispose	B2
Her land to civilize as to subdue	Y
	-
Nor was he like those stars which only shine	U
When to pale mariners they storms portend	Y
He had his calmer influence and his mien	C2
Did love and majesty together blend	Y
	-
'Tis true his countenance did imprint an awe	D2
And naturally all souls to his did bow	E2
As wands of divination downward draw	F2
And point to beds where sovereign gold doth grow	N
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When past all offerings to Feretrian Jove	G2
He Mars deposed and arms to gowns made yield	Y
Successful councils did him soon approve	G2
As fit for close intrigues as open field	Y
	-
To suppliant Holland he vouchsafed a peace	H2
Our once bold rival of the British main	Z
Now tamely glad her unjust claim to cease	H2
And buy our friendship with her idol gain	Z
	-
Fame of the asserted sea through Europe blown	G
Made France and Spain ambitious of his love	G2
Each knew that side must conquer he would own	G
And for him fiercely as for empire strove	G2
	-
	-
No sooner was the Frenchman's cause embraced	Y
Than the light Monsieur the grave Don outweigh'd	Y
His fortune turn'd the scale where'er 'twas cast	Y
Though Indian mines were in the other laid	Y
	-
When absent yet we conquer'd in his right	Y
For though some meaner artist's skill were shown	G
In mingling colours or in placing light	Y
Yet still the fair designment was his own	G
	-
For from all tempers he could service draw	F2
The worth of each with its alloy he knew	Y
And as the confidant of Nature saw	F2
How she complexions did divide and brew	Y
	-
Or he their single virtues did survey	G2
By intuition in his own large breast	Y
Where all the rich ideas of them lay	G2
That were the rule and measure to the rest	Y
	-
When such heroic virtue Heaven sets out	Y
The stars like commons sullenly obey	G2
Because it drains them when it comes about	Y
And therefore is a tax they seldom pay	G2
	-
From this high spring our foreign conquests flow	N
Which yet more glorious triumphs do portend	Y
Since their commencement to his arms they owe	N
If springs as high as fountains may ascend	Y
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He made us freemen of the Continent	Y
Whom Nature did like captives treat before	W
To nobler preys the English lion sent	Y
And taught him first in Belgian walks to roar	W
	-
That old unquestion'd pirate of the land	Y
Proud Rome with dread the fate of Dunkirk heard	Y
And trembling wish'd behind more Alps to stand	Y
Although an Alexander were her guard	Y
	-
By his command we boldly cross'd the line	U
And bravely fought where southern stars arise	I2
We traced the far fetch'd gold unto the mine	U
And that which bribed our fathers made our prize	I2
	-
Such was our prince yet own'd a soul above	G2
The highest acts it could produce to show	N
Thus poor mechanic arts in public move	G2
Whilst the deep secrets beyond practice go	N
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Nor died he when his ebbing fame went less	J2
But when fresh laurels courted him to live	G2
He seem'd but to prevent some new success	J2
As if above what triumphs earth could give	G2
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His latest victories still thickest came	D
As near the centre motion doth increase	H2
Till he press'd down by his own weighty name	D
Did like the vestal under spoils decease	H2
	-
But first the ocean as a tribute sent	Y
The giant prince of all her watery herd	Y
And the Isle when her protecting genius went	Y
Upon his obsequies loud sighs conferr'd	Y
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No civil broils have since his death arose	B2
But faction now by habit does obey	G2
And wars have that respect for his repose	B2
As winds for halcyons when they breed at sea	F
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His ashes in a peaceful urn shall rest	Y
His name a great example stands to show	N
How strangely high endeavours may be blest	Y
Where piety and valour jointly go	N

John Dryden

Heroic Stanzas On The Death Of Oliver Cromwell, Written After His Funeral. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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