Threnodia Augustalis: Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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I | A |
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Thus long my grief has kept me dumb | B |
Sure there's a lethargy in mighty woe | C |
Tears stand congeal'd and cannot flow | C |
And the sad soul retires into her inmost room | D |
Tears for a stroke foreseen afford relief | E |
But unprovided for a sudden blow | C |
Like Niobe we marble grow | C |
And petrify with grief | E |
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Our British heaven was all serene | F |
No threatening cloud was nigh | A |
Not the least wrinkle to deform the sky | A |
We lived as unconcern'd and happily | G |
As the first age in Nature's golden scene | F |
Supine amidst our flowing store | H |
We slept securely and we dreamt of more | H |
When suddenly the thunder clap was heard | I |
It took us unprepared and out of guard | J |
Already lost before we fear'd | K |
The amazing news of Charles at once were spread | L |
At once the general voice declared | M |
Our gracious prince was dead | L |
No sickness known before no slow disease | N |
To soften grief by just degrees | N |
But like a hurricane on Indian seas | N |
The tempest rose | O |
An unexpected burst of woes | O |
With scarce a breathing space betwixt | P |
This now becalm'd and perishing the next | Q |
As if great Atlas from his height | R |
Should sink beneath his heavenly weight | S |
And with a mighty flaw the flaming wall | T |
At once it shall | U |
Should gape immense and rushing down o'erwhelm this nether ball | T |
So swift and so surprising was our fear | V |
Our Atlas fell indeed but Hercules was near | V |
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II | A |
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His pious brother sure the best | W |
Who ever bore that name | X |
Was newly risen from his rest | W |
And with a fervent flame | X |
His usual morning vows had just address'd | W |
For his dear sovereign's health | Y |
And hoped to have them heard | I |
In long increase of years | Z |
In honour fame and wealth | Y |
Guiltless of greatness thus he always pray'd | A2 |
Nor knew nor wish'd those vows he made | A2 |
On his own head should be repaid | A2 |
Soon as the ill omen'd rumour reach'd his ear | B2 |
Ill news is wing'd with fate and flies apace | C2 |
Who can describe the amazement of his face | C2 |
Horror in all his pomp was there | D2 |
Mute and magnificent without a tear | D2 |
And then the hero first was seen to fear | V |
Half unarray'd he ran to his relief | E |
So hasty and so artless was his grief | E |
Approaching greatness met him with her charms | E2 |
Of power and future state | S |
But look'd so ghastly in a brother's fate | S |
He shook her from his arms | E2 |
Arrived within the mournful room he saw | F2 |
A wild distraction void of awe | G2 |
And arbitrary grief unbounded by a law | F2 |
God's image God's anointed lay | H2 |
Without motion pulse or breath | I2 |
A senseless lump of sacred clay | H2 |
An image now of death | I2 |
Amidst his sad attendants' groans and cries | J2 |
The lines of that adored forgiving face | C2 |
Distorted from their native grace | C2 |
An iron slumber sat on his majestic eyes | J2 |
The pious duke Forbear audacious Muse | K2 |
No terms thy feeble art can use | L2 |
Are able to adorn so vast a woe | C |
The grief of all the rest like subject grief did show | C |
His like a sovereign did transcend | M2 |
No wife no brother such a grief could know | C |
Nor any name but friend | M2 |
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III | A |
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O wondrous changes of a fatal scene | F |
Still varying to the last | N2 |
Heaven though its hard decree was past | N2 |
Seem'd pointing to a gracious turn again | O2 |
And death's uplifted arm arrested in its haste | P2 |
Heaven half repented of the doom | D |
And almost grieved it had foreseen | F |
What by foresight it will'd eternally to come | B |
Mercy above did hourly plead | Q2 |
For her resemblance here below | C |
And mild forgiveness intercede | Q2 |
To stop the coming blow | C |
New miracles approach'd the ethereal throne | R2 |
Such as his wondrous life had oft and lately known | R2 |
And urged that still they might be shown | R2 |
On earth his pious brother pray'd and vow'd | S2 |
Renouncing greatness at so dear a rate | S |
Himself defending what he could | T2 |
From all the glories of his future fate | S |
With him the innumerable crowd | S2 |
Of armed prayers | U2 |
Knock'd at the gates of Heaven and knock'd aloud | S2 |
The first well meaning rude petitioners | V2 |
All for his life assail'd the throne | R2 |
All would have bribed the skies by offering up their own | R2 |
So great a throng not Heaven itself could bar | W2 |
'Twas almost borne by force as in the giants' war | H |
The prayers at least for his reprieve were heard | I |
His death like Hezekiah's was deferr'd | I |
Against the sun the shadow went | X2 |
Five days those five degrees were lent | X2 |
To form our patience and prepare the event | X2 |
The second causes took the swift command | Y2 |
The medicinal head the ready hand | Y2 |
All eager to perform their part | Z2 |
All but eternal doom was conquer'd by their art | Z2 |
Once more the fleeting soul came back | A3 |
To inspire the mortal frame | X |
And in the body took a doubtful stand | Y2 |
Doubtful and hovering like expiring flame | X |
That mounts and falls by turns and trembles o'er the brand | Y2 |
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IV | E |
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The joyful short lived news soon spread around | B3 |
Took the same train the same impetuous bound | B3 |
The drooping town in smiles again was dress'd | W |
Gladness in every face express'd | W |
Their eyes before their tongues confess'd | W |
Men met each other with erected look | C3 |
The steps were higher that they took | C3 |
Friends to congratulate their friends made haste | P2 |
And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd | N2 |
Above the rest heroic James appear'd | K |
Exalted more because he more had fear'd | K |
His manly heart whose noble pride | D3 |
Was still above | E |
Dissembled hate or varnish'd love | E |
Its more than common transport could not hide | D3 |
But like an eagre rode in triumph o'er the tide | D3 |
Thus in alternate course | E3 |
The tyrant passions hope and fear | V |
Did in extremes appear | V |
And flash'd upon the soul with equal force | E3 |
Thus at half ebb a rolling sea | G |
Returns and wins upon the shore | H |
The watery herd affrighted at the roar | H |
Rest on their fins awhile and stay | H2 |
Then backward take their wondering way | H2 |
The prophet wonders more than they | H2 |
At prodigies but rarely seen before | H |
And cries A king must fall or kingdoms change their sway | H2 |
Such were our counter tides at land and so | C |
Presaging of the fatal blow | C |
In their prodigious ebb and flow | C |
The royal soul that like the labouring moon | F3 |
By charms of art was hurried down | G3 |
Forced with regret to leave her native sphere | V |
Came but awhile on liking here | B2 |
Soon weary of the painful strife | E |
And made but faint essays of life | E |
An evening light | R |
Soon shut in night | R |
A strong distemper and a weak relief | E |
Short intervals of joy and long returns of grief | E |
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V | G |
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The sons of art all medicines tried | D3 |
And every noble remedy applied | D3 |
With emulation each essay'd | D3 |
His utmost skill nay more they pray'd | D3 |
Never was losing game with better conduct play'd | D3 |
Death never won a stake with greater toil | H3 |
Nor e'er was fate so near a foil | H3 |
But like a fortress on a rock | I3 |
The impregnable disease their vain attempts did mock | I3 |
They mined it near they batter'd from afar | W2 |
With all the cannon of the medicinal war | H |
No gentle means could be essay'd | D3 |
'Twas beyond parley when the siege was laid | D3 |
The extremest ways they first ordain | J3 |
Prescribing such intolerable pain | J3 |
As none but C sar could sustain | J3 |
Undaunted Csesar underwent | D3 |
The malice of their art nor bent | D3 |
Beneath whate'er their pious rigour could invent | D3 |
In five such days he suffer'd more | H |
Than any suffer'd in his reign before | H |
More infinitely more than he | G |
Against the worst of rebels could decree | G |
A traitor or twice pardon'd enemy | G |
Now art was tried without success | K3 |
No racks could make the stubborn malady confess | K3 |
The vain insurancers of life | E |
And they who most perform'd and promised less | K3 |
Even Short and Hobbes forsook the unequal strife | E |
Death and despair were in their looks | L3 |
No longer they consult their memories or books | L3 |
Like helpless friends who view from shore | H |
The labouring ship and hear the tempest roar | H |
So stood they with their arms across | M3 |
Not to assist but to deplore | H |
The inevitable loss | M3 |
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VI | E |
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Death was denounced that frightful sound | D3 |
Which even the best can hardly bear | D2 |
He took the summons void of fear | V |
And unconcern'dly cast his eyes around | D3 |
As if to find and dare the grisly challenger | N3 |
What death could do he lately tried | D3 |
When in four days he more than died | D3 |
The same assurance all his words did grace | C2 |
The same majestic mildness held its place | C2 |
Nor lost the monarch in his dying face | C2 |
Intrepid pious merciful and brave | E |
He look'd as when he conquer'd and forgave | E |
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VII | E |
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As if some angel had been sent | D3 |
To lengthen out his government | D3 |
And to foretell as many years again | O2 |
As he had number'd in his happy reign | J3 |
So cheerfully he took the doom | D |
Of his departing breath | I2 |
Nor shrunk nor stepp'd aside for death | I2 |
But with unalter'd pace kept on | O3 |
Providing for events to come | B |
When he resign'd the throne | R2 |
Still he maintain'd his kingly state | D3 |
And grew familiar with his fate | D3 |
Kind good and gracious to the last | D3 |
On all he loved before his dying beams he cast | D3 |
Oh truly good and truly great | D3 |
For glorious as he rose benignly so he set | D3 |
All that on earth he held most dear | V |
He recommended to his care | D2 |
To whom both Heaven | P3 |
The right had given | P3 |
And his own love bequeathed supreme command | D3 |
He took and press'd that ever loyal hand | D3 |
Which could in peace secure his reign | J3 |
Which could in wars his power maintain | J3 |
That hand on which no plighted vows were ever vain | J3 |
Well for so great a trust he chose | O |
A prince who never disobey'd | D3 |
Not when the most severe commands were laid | D3 |
Nor want nor exile with his duty weigh'd | D3 |
A prince on whom if Heaven its eyes could close | Q3 |
The welfare of the world it safely might repose | O |
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VIII | E |
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That king who lived to God's own heart | D3 |
Yet less serenely died than he | G |
Charles left behind no harsh decree | G |
For schoolmen with laborious art | D3 |
To salve from cruelty | G |
Those for whom love could no excuses frame | X |
He graciously forgot to name | X |
Thus far my Muse though rudely has design'd | D3 |
Some faint resemblance of his godlike mind | D3 |
But neither pen nor pencil can express | K3 |
The parting brothers' tenderness | R3 |
Though that's a term too mean and low | C |
The blest above a kinder word may know | C |
But what they did and what they said | D3 |
The monarch who triumphant went | D3 |
The militant who staid | D3 |
Like painters when their heightening arts are spent | D3 |
I cast into a shade | D3 |
That all forgiving king | S3 |
The type of Him above | E |
That inexhausted spring | S3 |
Of clemency and love | E |
Himself to his next self accused | D3 |
And asked that pardon which he ne'er refused | D3 |
For faults not his for guilt and crimes | T3 |
Of godless men and of rebellious times | T3 |
For an hard exile kindly meant | D3 |
When his ungrateful country sent | D3 |
Their best Camillus into banishment | D3 |
And forced their sovereign's act they could not his consent | D3 |
Oh how much rather had that injured chief | E |
Repeated all his sufferings past | D3 |
Than hear a pardon begg'd at last | D3 |
Which given could give the dying no relief | E |
He bent he sunk beneath his grief | E |
His dauntless heart would fain have held | D3 |
From weeping but his eyes rebell'd | D3 |
Perhaps the godlike hero in his breast | D3 |
Disdain'd or was ashamed to show | C |
So weak so womanish a woe | C |
Which yet the brother and the friend so plenteously confess'd | D3 |
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IX | T3 |
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Amidst that silent shower the royal mind | D3 |
An easy passage found | D3 |
And left its sacred earth behind | D3 |
Nor murmuring groan express'd nor labouring sound | D3 |
Nor any least tumultuous breath | I2 |
Calm was his life and quiet was his death | I2 |
Soft as those gentle whispers were | N3 |
In which the Almighty did appear | V |
By the still voice the prophet knew him there | D2 |
That peace which made thy prosperous reign to shine | U3 |
That peace thou leavest to thy imperial line | U3 |
That peace oh happy shade be ever thine | U3 |
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X | T3 |
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For all those joys thy restoration brought | D3 |
For all the miracles it wrought | D3 |
For all the healing balm thy mercy pour'd | D3 |
Into the nation's bleeding wound | D3 |
And care that after kept it sound | D3 |
For numerous blessings yearly shower'd | D3 |
And property with plenty crown'd | D3 |
For freedom still maintain'd alive | E |
Freedom which in no other land will thrive | E |
Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative | E |
Without whose charms even peace would be | G |
But a dull quiet slavery | G |
For these and more accept our pious praise | T3 |
'Tis all the subsidy | G |
The present age can raise | T3 |
The rest is charged on late posterity | G |
Posterity is charged the more | H |
Because the large abounding store | H |
To them and to their heirs is still entail'd by thee | G |
Succession of a long descent | D3 |
Which chastely in the channels ran | V3 |
And from our demi gods began | V3 |
Equal almost to time in its extent | D3 |
Through hazards numberless and great | D3 |
Thou hast derived this mighty blessing down | G3 |
And fix'd the fairest gem that decks the imperial crown | G3 |
Not faction when it shook thy regal seat | D3 |
Not senates insolently loud | D3 |
Those echoes of a thoughtless crowd | D3 |
Not foreign or domestic treachery | G |
Gould warp thy soul to their unjust decree | G |
So much thy foes thy manly mind mistook | C3 |
Who judged it by the mildness of thy look | C3 |
Like a well temper'd sword it bent at will | W3 |
But kept the native toughness of the steel | X3 |
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XI | G |
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Be true O Clio to thy hero's name | X |
But draw him strictly so | T3 |
That all who view the piece may know | T3 |
He needs no trappings of fictitious fame | X |
The load's too weighty thou mayest choose | T3 |
Some parts of praise and some refuse | T3 |
Write that his annals may be thought more lavish than the Muse | T3 |
In scanty truth thou hast confined | D3 |
The virtues of a royal mind | D3 |
Forgiving bounteous humble just and kind | D3 |
His conversation wit and parts | T3 |
His knowledge in the noblest useful arts | T3 |
Were such dead authors could not give | E |
But habitudes of those who live | E |
Who lighting him did greater lights receive | E |
He drain'd from all and all they knew | Y3 |
His apprehension quick his judgment true | Y3 |
That the most learn'd with shame confess | T3 |
His knowledge more his reading only less | T3 |
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XII | T3 |
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Amidst the peaceful triumphs of his reign | J3 |
What wonder if the kindly beams he shed | D3 |
Revived the drooping Arts again | O2 |
If Science raised her head | D3 |
And soft Humanity that from rebellion fled | D3 |
Our isle indeed too fruitful was before | H |
But all uncultivated lay | H2 |
Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway | H2 |
With rank Geneva weeds run o'er | N3 |
And cockle at the best amidst the corn it bore | H |
The royal husbandman appear'd | D3 |
And plough'd and sow'd and till'd | D3 |
The thorns he rooted out the rubbish clear'd | D3 |
And bless'd the obedient field | D3 |
When straight a double harvest rose | T3 |
Such as the swarthy Indian mows | T3 |
Or happier climates near the line | U3 |
Or Paradise manured and dress'd by hands divine | U3 |
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XIII | T3 |
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As when the new born Phoenix takes his way | H2 |
His rich paternal regions to survey | H2 |
Of airy choristers a numerous train | J3 |
Attends his wondrous progress o'er the plain | J3 |
So rising from his father's urn | Z3 |
So glorious did our Charles return | Z3 |
The officious Muses came along | A4 |
A gay harmonious quire like angels ever young | B4 |
The Muse that mourns him now his happy triumph sung | B4 |
Even they could thrive in his auspicious reign | J3 |
And such a plenteous crop they bore | H |
Of purest and well winnow'd grain | J3 |
As Britain never knew before | H |
Though little was their hire and light their gain | J3 |
Yet somewhat to their share he threw | Y3 |
Fed from his hand they sung and flew | Y3 |
Like birds of Paradise that lived on morning dew | Y3 |
Oh never let their lays his name forget | D3 |
The pension of a prince's praise is great | D3 |
Live then thou great encourager of arts | T3 |
Live ever in our thankful hearts | T3 |
Live blest above almost invoked below | T3 |
Live and receive this pious vow | E |
Our patron once our guardian angel now | E |
Thou Fabius of a sinking state | D3 |
Who didst by wise delays divert our fate | D3 |
When faction like a tempest rose | T3 |
In death's most hideous form | C4 |
Then art to rage thou didst oppose | T3 |
To weather out the storm | C4 |
Not quitting thy supreme command | D3 |
Thou held'st the rudder with a steady hand | D3 |
Till safely on the shore the bark did land | D3 |
The bark that all our blessings brought | D3 |
Charged with thyself and James a doubly royal fraught | D3 |
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XIV | E |
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Oh frail estate of human things | T3 |
And slippery hopes below | T3 |
Now to our cost your emptiness we know | T3 |
For 'tis a lesson dearly bought | D3 |
Assurance here is never to be sought | D3 |
The best and best beloved of kings | T3 |
And best deserving to be so | T3 |
When scarce he had escaped the fatal blow | T3 |
Of faction and conspiracy | T3 |
Death did his promised hopes destroy | D4 |
He toil'd he gain'd but lived not to enjoy | D4 |
What mists of Providence are these | T3 |
Through which we cannot see | T3 |
So saints by supernatural power set free | T3 |
Are left at last in martyrdom to die | D3 |
Such is the end of oft repeated miracles | T3 |
Forgive me Heaven that impious thought | D3 |
'Twas grief for Charles to madness wrought | D3 |
That question'd thy supreme decree | T3 |
Thou didst his gracious reign prolong | A4 |
Even in thy saints' and angels' wrong | A4 |
His fellow citizens of immortality | T3 |
For twelve long years of exile borne | E4 |
Twice twelve we number'd since his blest return | Z3 |
So strictly wert thou just to pay | H2 |
Even to the driblet of a day | H2 |
Yet still we murmur and complain | J3 |
The quails and manna should no longer rain | J3 |
Those miracles 'twas needless to renew | Y3 |
The chosen stock has now the promised land in view | Y3 |
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XV | Y3 |
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A warlike prince ascends the regal state | D3 |
A prince long exercised by fate | D3 |
Long may he keep though he obtains it late | D3 |
Heroes in Heaven's peculiar mould are cast | D3 |
They and their poets are not form'd in haste | D3 |
Man was the first in God's design and man was made the last | D3 |
False heroes made by flattery so | T3 |
Heaven can strike out like sparkles at a blow | T3 |
But ere a prince is to perfection brought | D3 |
He costs Omnipotence a second thought | D3 |
With toil and sweat | D3 |
With hardening cold and forming heat | D3 |
The Cyclops did their strokes repeat | D3 |
Before the impenetrable shield was wrought | D3 |
It looks as if the Maker would not own | R2 |
The noble work for His | T3 |
Before 'twas tried and found a masterpiece | T3 |
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XVI | Y3 |
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View then a monarch ripen'd for a throne | R2 |
Alcides thus his race began | V3 |
O'er infancy he swiftly ran | V3 |
The future god at first was more than man | V3 |
Dangers and toils and Juno's hate | D3 |
Even o'er his cradle lay in wait | D3 |
And there he grappled first with fate | D3 |
In his young hands the hissing snakes he press'd | D3 |
So early was the deity confess'd | D3 |
Thus by degrees he rose to Jove's imperial seat | D3 |
Thus difficulties prove a soul legitimately great | D3 |
Like his our hero's infancy was tried | D3 |
Betimes the Furies did their snakes provide | D3 |
And to his infant arms oppose | T3 |
His father's rebels and his brother's foes | T3 |
The more oppress'd the higher still he rose | T3 |
Those were the preludes of his fate | D3 |
That form'd his manhood to subdue | Y3 |
The Hydra of the many headed hissing crew | Y3 |
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XVII | Y3 |
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As after Numa's peaceful reign | J3 |
The martial Ancus did the sceptre wield | D3 |
Furbish'd the rusty sword again | O2 |
Resumed the long forgotten shield | D3 |
And led the Latins to the dusty field | D3 |
So James the drowsy genius wakes | T3 |
Of Britain long entranced in charms | T3 |
Restive and slumbering on its arms | T3 |
'Tis roused and with a new strung nerve the spear already shakes | T3 |
No neighing of the warrior steeds | T3 |
No drum or louder trumpet needs | T3 |
To inspire the coward warm the cold | D3 |
His voice his sole appearance makes them bold | D3 |
Gaul and Batavia dread the impending blow | T3 |
Too well the vigour of that arm they know | T3 |
They lick the dust and crouch beneath their fatal foe | T3 |
Long may they fear this awful prince | T3 |
And not provoke his lingering sword | D3 |
Peace is their only sure defence | T3 |
Their best security his word | D3 |
In all the changes of his doubtful state | D3 |
His truth like Heaven's was kept inviolate | D3 |
For him to promise is to make it fate | D3 |
His valour can triumph o'er land and main | J3 |
With broken oaths his fame he will not stain | J3 |
With conquest basely bought and with inglorious gain | J3 |
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XVIII | T3 |
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For once O Heaven unfold thy adamantine book | C3 |
And let his wondering senate see | T3 |
If not thy firm immutable decree | T3 |
At least the second page of strong contingency | T3 |
Such as consists with wills originally free | T3 |
Let them with glad amazement look | C3 |
On what their happiness may be | T3 |
Let them not still be obstinately blind | D3 |
Still to divert the good thou hast design'd | D3 |
Or with malignant penury | T3 |
To starve the royal virtues of his mind | D3 |
Faith is a Christian's and a subject's test | D3 |
O give them to believe and they are surely blest | D3 |
They do and with a distant view I see | T3 |
The amended vows of English loyalty | T3 |
And all beyond that object there appears | T3 |
The long retinue of a prosperous reign | J3 |
A series of successful years | T3 |
In orderly array a martial manly train | J3 |
Behold even the remoter shores | T3 |
A conquering navy proudly spread | D3 |
The British cannon formidably roars | T3 |
While starting from his oozy bed | D3 |
The asserted Ocean rears his reverend head | D3 |
To view and recognise his ancient lord again | O2 |
And with a willing hand restores | T3 |
The fasces of the main | J3 |
John Dryden
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