Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDECDAFAFGGFFHHIIAJA AJ KKLMNNOAOAAKAKKK PPHHHPQQPRRSTUTVV WUUUVVXYZYA2A2TTT JQZQB2B2TTTAAATTC2TC 2 HTTHD2D2D2TUUTUTTT TTTTTUUAAUUUUAAAUUQQ E2E2AA F2F2TTAAATTUUUUG2G2T ZZTUUU UUUUT TH2TTH2THHTTT UUUAAI2J2UUAATT TTTTK2K2QQTTTTTB2To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew | A |
Excellent in the Two Sister arts of Poesy and Painting | B |
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Thou youngest Virgin Daughter of the skies | C |
Made in the last promotion of the blest | D |
Whose palms new plucked from Paradise | E |
In spreading branches more sublimely rise | C |
Rich with immortal green above the rest | D |
Whether adopted to some neighbouring star | A |
Thou roll'st above us in thy wand'ring race | F |
Or in procession fixed and regular | A |
Moved with the heavens' majestic pace | F |
Or called to more superior bliss | G |
Thou tread'st with seraphims the vast abyss | G |
Whatever happy region be thy place | F |
Cease thy celestial song a little space | F |
Thou wilt have time enough for hymns divine | H |
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine | H |
Hear then a mortal muse thy praise rehearse | I |
In no ignoble verse | I |
But such as thy own voice did practise here | A |
When thy first fruits of poesie were given | J |
To make thyself a welcome inmate there | A |
While yet a young probationer | A |
And candidate of Heaven | J |
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If by traduction came thy mind | K |
Our wonder is the less to find | K |
A soul so charming from a stock so good | L |
Thy father was transfused into thy blood | M |
So wert thou born into the tuneful strain | N |
An early rich and inexhausted vein | N |
But if thy pre existing soul | O |
Was formed at first with myriads more | A |
It did through all the mighty poets roll | O |
Who Greek or Latin laurels wore | A |
And was that Sappho last which once it was before | A |
If so then cease thy flight O Heav'n born mind | K |
Thou hast no dross to purge from thy rich ore | A |
Nor can thy soul a fairer mansion find | K |
Than was the beauteous frame she left behind | K |
Return to fill or mend the choir of thy celestial kind | K |
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May we presume to say that at thy birth | P |
New joy was sprung in Heav'n as well as here on earth | P |
For sure the milder planets did combine | H |
On thy auspicious horoscope to shine | H |
And ev'n the most malicious were in trine | H |
Thy brother angels at thy birth | P |
Strung each his lyre and tuned it high | Q |
That all the people of the sky | Q |
Might know a poetess was born on earth | P |
And then if ever mortal ears | R |
Had heard the music of the spheres | R |
And if no clust'ring swarm of bees | S |
On thy sweet mouth distilled their golden dew | T |
'Twas that such vulgar miracles | U |
Heav'n had not leisure to renew | T |
For all the blest fraternity of love | V |
Solemnized there thy birth and kept thy holyday above | V |
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O gracious God how far have we | W |
Profaned thy Heav'nly gift of poesy | U |
Made prostitute and profligate the Muse | U |
Debased to each obscene and impious use | U |
Whose harmony was first ordained above | V |
For tongues of angels and for hymns of love | V |
Oh wretched we why were we hurried down | X |
This lubrique and adult'rate age | Y |
Nay added fat pollutions of our own | Z |
T' increase the steaming ordures of the stage | Y |
What can we say t' excuse our second fall | A2 |
Let this thy vestal Heav'n atone for all | A2 |
Her Arethusian stream remains unsoiled | T |
Unmixed with foreign filth and undefiled | T |
Her wit was more than man her innocence a child | T |
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Art she had none yet wanted none | J |
For nature did that want supply | Q |
So rich in treasures of her own | Z |
She might our boasted stores defy | Q |
Such noble vigour did her verse adorn | B2 |
That it seemed borrowed where 'twas only born | B2 |
Her morals too were in her bosom bred | T |
By great examples daily fed | T |
What in the best of books her father's life she read | T |
And to be read herself she need not fear | A |
Each test and ev'ry light her muse will bear | A |
Though Epictetus with his lamp were there | A |
Ev'n love for love sometimes her muse expressed | T |
Was but a lambent flame which played about her breast | T |
Light as the vapours of a morning dream | C2 |
So cold herself while she such warmth expressed | T |
'Twas Cupid bathing in Diana's stream | C2 |
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Born to the spacious empire of the Nine | H |
One would have thought she should have been content | T |
To manage well that mighty government | T |
But what can young ambitious souls confine | H |
To the next realm she stretched her sway | D2 |
For painture near adjoining lay | D2 |
A plenteous province and alluring prey | D2 |
A chamber of dependences was framed | T |
As conquerers will never want pretence | U |
When armed to justify th' offence | U |
And the whole fief in right of poetry she claimed | T |
The country open lay without defence | U |
For poets frequent inroads there had made | T |
And perfectly could represent | T |
The shape the face with ev'ry lineament | T |
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And all the large domains which the dumb sister swayed | T |
All bowed beneath her government | T |
Received in triumph wheresoe'er she went | T |
Her pencil drew whate'er her soul designed | T |
And oft the happy draught surpassed the image in her mind | T |
The sylvan scenes of herds and flocks | U |
And fruitful plains and barren rocks | U |
Of shallow brooks that flowed so clear | A |
The bottom did the top appear | A |
Of deeper too and ampler floods | U |
Which as in mirrors showed the woods | U |
Of lofty trees with sacred shades | U |
And perspectives of pleasant glades | U |
Where nymphs of brightest form appear | A |
And shaggy satyrs standing near | A |
Which them at once admire and fear | A |
The ruins too of some majestic piece | U |
Boasting the pow'r of ancient Rome or Greece | U |
Whose statues friezes columns broken lie | Q |
And though defaced the wonder of the eye | Q |
What nature art bold fiction e'er durst frame | E2 |
Her forming hand gave feature to the name | E2 |
So strange a concourse ne'er was seen before | A |
But when the peopled ark the whole creation bore | A |
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The scene then changed with bold erected look | F2 |
Our martial king the sight with rev'rence strook | F2 |
For not content t' express his outward part | T |
Her hand called out the image of his heart | T |
His warlike mind his soul devoid of fear | A |
His high designing thoughts were figured there | A |
As when by magic ghosts are made appear | A |
Our phoenix Queen was portrayed too so bright | T |
Beauty alone could beauty take so right | T |
Her dress her shape her matchless grace | U |
Were all observed as well as heavenly face | U |
With such a peerless majesty she stands | U |
As in that day she took the crown from sacred hands | U |
Before a train of heroines was seen | G2 |
In beauty foremost as in rank the Queen | G2 |
Thus nothing to her genius was denied | T |
But like a ball of fire the farther thrown | Z |
Still with a greater blaze she shone | Z |
And her bright soul broke out on ev'ry side | T |
What next she had designed Heaven only knows | U |
To such immod'rate growth her conquest rose | U |
That Fate alone its progress could oppose | U |
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Now all those charms that blooming grace | U |
That well proportioned shape and beauteous face | U |
Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes | U |
In earth the much lamented virgin lies | U |
Not wit nor piety could Fate prevent | T |
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Nor was the cruel destiny content | T |
To finish all the murder at a blow | H2 |
To sweep at once her life and beauty too | T |
But like a hardened felon took a pride | T |
To work more mischievously slow | H2 |
And plundered first and then destroyed | T |
O double sacrilege on things divine | H |
To rob the relic and deface the shrine | H |
But thus Orinda died | T |
Heaven by the same disease did both translate | T |
As equal were their souls so equal was their fate | T |
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Meantime her warlike brother on the seas | U |
His waving streamers to the winds displays | U |
And vows for his return with vain devotion pays | U |
Ah gen'rous youth that wish forbear | A |
The winds too soon will waft thee here | A |
Slack all thy sails and fear to come | I2 |
Alas thou know'st not thou art wrecked at home | J2 |
No more shalt thou behold thy sister's face | U |
Thou hast already had her last embrace | U |
But look aloft and if thou kenn'st from far | A |
Among the Pleiads a new kindled star | A |
If any sparkles than the rest more bright | T |
'Tis she that shines in that propitious light | T |
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When in mid air the golden trump shall sound | T |
To raise the nations underground | T |
When in the valley of Jehosaphat | T |
The judging God shall close the book of Fate | T |
And there the last assizes keep | K2 |
For those who wake and those who sleep | K2 |
When rattling bones together fly | Q |
From the four corners of the sky | Q |
When sinews o'er the skeletons are spread | T |
Those clothed with flesh and life inspires the dead | T |
The sacred poets first shall hear the sound | T |
And foremost from the tomb shall bound | T |
For they are covered with the lightest ground | T |
And straight with in born | B2 |
John Dryden
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