Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady Mrs Anne KilligrewA
Excellent in the Two Sister arts of Poesy and PaintingB
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Thou youngest Virgin Daughter of the skiesC
Made in the last promotion of the blestD
Whose palms new plucked from ParadiseE
In spreading branches more sublimely riseC
Rich with immortal green above the restD
Whether adopted to some neighbouring starA
Thou roll'st above us in thy wand'ring raceF
Or in procession fixed and regularA
Moved with the heavens' majestic paceF
Or called to more superior blissG
Thou tread'st with seraphims the vast abyssG
Whatever happy region be thy placeF
Cease thy celestial song a little spaceF
Thou wilt have time enough for hymns divineH
Since Heaven's eternal year is thineH
Hear then a mortal muse thy praise rehearseI
In no ignoble verseI
But such as thy own voice did practise hereA
When thy first fruits of poesie were givenJ
To make thyself a welcome inmate thereA
While yet a young probationerA
And candidate of HeavenJ
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If by traduction came thy mindK
Our wonder is the less to findK
A soul so charming from a stock so goodL
Thy father was transfused into thy bloodM
So wert thou born into the tuneful strainN
An early rich and inexhausted veinN
But if thy pre existing soulO
Was formed at first with myriads moreA
It did through all the mighty poets rollO
Who Greek or Latin laurels woreA
And was that Sappho last which once it was beforeA
If so then cease thy flight O Heav'n born mindK
Thou hast no dross to purge from thy rich oreA
Nor can thy soul a fairer mansion findK
Than was the beauteous frame she left behindK
Return to fill or mend the choir of thy celestial kindK
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May we presume to say that at thy birthP
New joy was sprung in Heav'n as well as here on earthP
For sure the milder planets did combineH
On thy auspicious horoscope to shineH
And ev'n the most malicious were in trineH
Thy brother angels at thy birthP
Strung each his lyre and tuned it highQ
That all the people of the skyQ
Might know a poetess was born on earthP
And then if ever mortal earsR
Had heard the music of the spheresR
And if no clust'ring swarm of beesS
On thy sweet mouth distilled their golden dewT
'Twas that such vulgar miraclesU
Heav'n had not leisure to renewT
For all the blest fraternity of loveV
Solemnized there thy birth and kept thy holyday aboveV
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O gracious God how far have weW
Profaned thy Heav'nly gift of poesyU
Made prostitute and profligate the MuseU
Debased to each obscene and impious useU
Whose harmony was first ordained aboveV
For tongues of angels and for hymns of loveV
Oh wretched we why were we hurried downX
This lubrique and adult'rate ageY
Nay added fat pollutions of our ownZ
T' increase the steaming ordures of the stageY
What can we say t' excuse our second fallA2
Let this thy vestal Heav'n atone for allA2
Her Arethusian stream remains unsoiledT
Unmixed with foreign filth and undefiledT
Her wit was more than man her innocence a childT
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Art she had none yet wanted noneJ
For nature did that want supplyQ
So rich in treasures of her ownZ
She might our boasted stores defyQ
Such noble vigour did her verse adornB2
That it seemed borrowed where 'twas only bornB2
Her morals too were in her bosom bredT
By great examples daily fedT
What in the best of books her father's life she readT
And to be read herself she need not fearA
Each test and ev'ry light her muse will bearA
Though Epictetus with his lamp were thereA
Ev'n love for love sometimes her muse expressedT
Was but a lambent flame which played about her breastT
Light as the vapours of a morning dreamC2
So cold herself while she such warmth expressedT
'Twas Cupid bathing in Diana's streamC2
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Born to the spacious empire of the NineH
One would have thought she should have been contentT
To manage well that mighty governmentT
But what can young ambitious souls confineH
To the next realm she stretched her swayD2
For painture near adjoining layD2
A plenteous province and alluring preyD2
A chamber of dependences was framedT
As conquerers will never want pretenceU
When armed to justify th' offenceU
And the whole fief in right of poetry she claimedT
The country open lay without defenceU
For poets frequent inroads there had madeT
And perfectly could representT
The shape the face with ev'ry lineamentT
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And all the large domains which the dumb sister swayedT
All bowed beneath her governmentT
Received in triumph wheresoe'er she wentT
Her pencil drew whate'er her soul designedT
And oft the happy draught surpassed the image in her mindT
The sylvan scenes of herds and flocksU
And fruitful plains and barren rocksU
Of shallow brooks that flowed so clearA
The bottom did the top appearA
Of deeper too and ampler floodsU
Which as in mirrors showed the woodsU
Of lofty trees with sacred shadesU
And perspectives of pleasant gladesU
Where nymphs of brightest form appearA
And shaggy satyrs standing nearA
Which them at once admire and fearA
The ruins too of some majestic pieceU
Boasting the pow'r of ancient Rome or GreeceU
Whose statues friezes columns broken lieQ
And though defaced the wonder of the eyeQ
What nature art bold fiction e'er durst frameE2
Her forming hand gave feature to the nameE2
So strange a concourse ne'er was seen beforeA
But when the peopled ark the whole creation boreA
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The scene then changed with bold erected lookF2
Our martial king the sight with rev'rence strookF2
For not content t' express his outward partT
Her hand called out the image of his heartT
His warlike mind his soul devoid of fearA
His high designing thoughts were figured thereA
As when by magic ghosts are made appearA
Our phoenix Queen was portrayed too so brightT
Beauty alone could beauty take so rightT
Her dress her shape her matchless graceU
Were all observed as well as heavenly faceU
With such a peerless majesty she standsU
As in that day she took the crown from sacred handsU
Before a train of heroines was seenG2
In beauty foremost as in rank the QueenG2
Thus nothing to her genius was deniedT
But like a ball of fire the farther thrownZ
Still with a greater blaze she shoneZ
And her bright soul broke out on ev'ry sideT
What next she had designed Heaven only knowsU
To such immod'rate growth her conquest roseU
That Fate alone its progress could opposeU
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Now all those charms that blooming graceU
That well proportioned shape and beauteous faceU
Shall never more be seen by mortal eyesU
In earth the much lamented virgin liesU
Not wit nor piety could Fate preventT
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Nor was the cruel destiny contentT
To finish all the murder at a blowH2
To sweep at once her life and beauty tooT
But like a hardened felon took a prideT
To work more mischievously slowH2
And plundered first and then destroyedT
O double sacrilege on things divineH
To rob the relic and deface the shrineH
But thus Orinda diedT
Heaven by the same disease did both translateT
As equal were their souls so equal was their fateT
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Meantime her warlike brother on the seasU
His waving streamers to the winds displaysU
And vows for his return with vain devotion paysU
Ah gen'rous youth that wish forbearA
The winds too soon will waft thee hereA
Slack all thy sails and fear to comeI2
Alas thou know'st not thou art wrecked at homeJ2
No more shalt thou behold thy sister's faceU
Thou hast already had her last embraceU
But look aloft and if thou kenn'st from farA
Among the Pleiads a new kindled starA
If any sparkles than the rest more brightT
'Tis she that shines in that propitious lightT
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When in mid air the golden trump shall soundT
To raise the nations undergroundT
When in the valley of JehosaphatT
The judging God shall close the book of FateT
And there the last assizes keepK2
For those who wake and those who sleepK2
When rattling bones together flyQ
From the four corners of the skyQ
When sinews o'er the skeletons are spreadT
Those clothed with flesh and life inspires the deadT
The sacred poets first shall hear the soundT
And foremost from the tomb shall boundT
For they are covered with the lightest groundT
And straight with in bornB2

John Dryden



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