To Her Grace The Duchess Of Ormond,[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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WITH THE FOLLOWING POEM OF PALAMON AND ARCITEA
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MADAMB
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The bard who first adorn'd our native tongueC
Tuned to his British lyre this ancient songD
Which Homer might without a blush rehearseE
And leaves a doubtful palm in Virgil's verseE
He match'd their beauties where they most excelF
Of love sung better and of arms as wellF
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Vouchsafe illustrious Ormond to beholdA
What power the charms of beauty had of oldA
Nor wonder if such deeds of arms were doneG
Inspired by two fair eyes that sparkled like your ownH
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If Chaucer by the best idea wroughtA
And poets can divine each other's thoughtA
The fairest nymph before his eyes he setA
And then the fairest was PlantagenetA
Who three contending princes made her prizeI
And ruled the rival nations with her eyesI
Who left immortal trophies of her fameJ
And to the noblest order gave the nameJ
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Like her of equal kindred to the throneH
You keep her conquests and extend your ownH
As when the stars in their ethereal raceK
At length have roll'd around the liquid spaceK
At certain periods they resume their placeK
From the same point of heaven their course advanceL
And move in measures of their former danceL
Thus after length of ages she returnsM
Restored in you and the same place adornsN
Or you perform her office in the sphereO
Born of her blood and make a new Platonic yearO
O true Plantagenet O race divineP
For beauty still is fatal to the lineP
Had Chaucer lived that angel face to viewQ
Sure he had drawn his Emily from youQ
Or had you lived to judge the doubtful rightA
Your noble Palamon had been the knightA
And conquering Theseus from his side had sentA
Your generous lord to guide the Theban governmentA
Time shall accomplish that and I shall seeR
A Palamon in him in you an EmilyR
Already have the Fates your path preparedA
And sure presage your future sway declaredA
When westward like the sun you took your wayS
And from benighted Britain bore the dayS
Blue Triton gave the signal from the shoreT
The ready Nereids heard and swam beforeT
To smooth the seas a soft Etesian galeU
But just inspired and gently swell'd the sailU
Portunus took his turn whose ample handA
Heaved up his lighten'd keel and sunk the sandA
And steer'd the sacred vessel safe to landA
The land if not restrain'd had met your wayS
Projected out a neck and jutted to the seaR
Hibernia prostrate at your feet adoredA
In you the pledge of her expected lordA
Due to her isle a venerable nameJ
His father and his grandsire known to fameJ
Awed by that house accustom'd to commandA
The sturdy kerns in due subjection standA
Nor bear the reins in any foreign handA
At your approach they crowded to the portA
And scarcely landed you create a courtA
As Ormond's harbinger to you they runG
For Venus is the promise of the sunG
The waste of civil wars their towns destroy'dA
Pales unhonour'd Ceres unemploy'dA
Were all forgot and one triumphant dayS
Wiped all the tears of three campaigns awayS
Blood rapines massacres were cheaply boughtA
So mighty recompence your beauty broughtA
As when the dove returning bore the markV
Of earth restored to the long labouring arkV
The relics of mankind secure of restA
Oped every window to receive the guestA
And the fair bearer of the message bless'dA
So when you came with loud repeated criesI
The nation took an omen from your eyesI
And God advanced his rainbow in the skiesI
To sign inviolable peace restoredA
The saints with solemn shouts proclaim'd the new accordA
When at your second coming you appearO
For I foretell that millenary yearO
The sharpen'd share shall vex the soil no moreT
But earth unbidden shall produce her storeT
The land shall laugh the circling ocean smileW
And Heaven's indulgence bless the holy isleW
Heaven from all ages has reserved for youQ
That happy clime which venom never knewQ
Or if it had been there your eyes aloneH
Have power to chase all poison but their ownH
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Now in this interval which Fate has castA
Betwixt your future glories and your pastA
This pause of power 'tis Ireland's hour to mournX
While England celebrates your safe returnY
By which you seem the seasons to commandA
And bring our summers back to their forsaken landA
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The vanquish'd isle our leisure must attendA
Till the fair blessing we vouchsafe to sendA
Nor can we spare you long though often we may lendA
The dove was twice employ'd abroad beforeT
The world was dried and she return'd no moreT
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Nor dare we trust so soft a messengerZ
New from her sickness to that northern airA2
Rest here a while your lustre to restoreT
That they may see you as you shone beforeT
For yet the eclipse not wholly past you wadeA
Through some remains and dimness of a shadeA
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A subject in his prince may claim a rightA
Nor suffer him with strength impair'd to fightA
Till force returns his ardour we restrainB2
And curb his warlike wish to cross the mainB2
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Now past the danger let the learn'd beginC2
The inquiry where disease could enter inC2
How those malignant atoms forced their wayS
What in the faultless frame they found to make their preyS
Where every element was weigh'd so wellF
That Heaven alone who mix'd the mass could tellF
Which of the four ingredients could rebelD2
And where imprison'd in so sweet a cageE2
A soul might well be pleased to pass an ageE2
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And yet the fine materials made it weakF2
Porcelain by being pure is apt to breakG2
Even to your breast the sickness durst aspireH2
And forced from that fair temple to retireH2
Profanely set the holy place on fireZ
In vain your lord like young Vespasian mourn'dA
When the fierce flames the sanctuary burn'dA
And I prepared to pay in verses rudeA
A most detested act of gratitudeA
Even this had been your elegy which nowI2
Is offer'd for your health the table of my vowI2
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Your angel sure our Morley's mind inspiredA
To find the remedy your ill requiredA
As once the Macedon by Jove's decreeR
Was taught to dream an herb for PtolemyR
Or Heaven which had such over cost bestow'dA
As scarce it could afford to flesh and bloodA
So liked the frame he would not work anewQ
To save the charges of another youQ
Or by his middle science did he steerO
And saw some great contingent good appearO
Well worth a miracle to keep you hereJ2
And for that end preserved the precious mouldA
Which all the future Ormonds was to holdA
And meditated in his better mindA
An heir from you which may redeem the failing kindA
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Blest be the Power which has at once restoredA
The hopes of lost succession to your lordA
Joy to the first and last of each degreeR
Virtue to courts and what I long'd to seeR
To you the Graces and the Muse to meR
O daughter of the rose whose cheeks uniteA
The differing titles of the red and whiteA
Who Heaven's alternate beauty well displayS
The blush of morning and the milky wayS
Whose face is Paradise but fenced from sinC2
For God in either eye has placed a cherubinC2
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All is your lord's alone even absent heR
Employs the care of chaste PenelopeR
For him you waste in tears your widow'd hoursK2
For him your curious needle paints the flowersK2
Such works of old imperial dames were taughtA
Such for Ascanius fair Eliza wroughtA
The soft recesses of your hours improveL2
The three fair pledges of your happy loveM2
All other parts of pious duty doneC2
You owe your Ormond nothing but a sonC2
To fill in future times his father's placeK
And wear the garter of his mother's raceK

John Dryden



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