To Her Grace The Duchess Of Ormond,[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEEFF AAGH AAAAIIJJ HHKKKLLMNOOPPQQAAAAR RAASSTTUUAAASRAAJJAA AAAGGAASSAAVVAAAIIIA AOOTTWWQQHH AAXYAA AAATT ZA2TTAA AAB2B2 C2C2SSFFD2E2E2 F2G2H2H2ZAAAAI2I2 AARRAAQQOOJ2AAAA AARRRAASSC2C2 RRK2K2AAL2M2C2C2KKWITH THE FOLLOWING POEM OF PALAMON AND ARCITE | A |
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MADAM | B |
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The bard who first adorn'd our native tongue | C |
Tuned to his British lyre this ancient song | D |
Which Homer might without a blush rehearse | E |
And leaves a doubtful palm in Virgil's verse | E |
He match'd their beauties where they most excel | F |
Of love sung better and of arms as well | F |
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Vouchsafe illustrious Ormond to behold | A |
What power the charms of beauty had of old | A |
Nor wonder if such deeds of arms were done | G |
Inspired by two fair eyes that sparkled like your own | H |
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If Chaucer by the best idea wrought | A |
And poets can divine each other's thought | A |
The fairest nymph before his eyes he set | A |
And then the fairest was Plantagenet | A |
Who three contending princes made her prize | I |
And ruled the rival nations with her eyes | I |
Who left immortal trophies of her fame | J |
And to the noblest order gave the name | J |
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Like her of equal kindred to the throne | H |
You keep her conquests and extend your own | H |
As when the stars in their ethereal race | K |
At length have roll'd around the liquid space | K |
At certain periods they resume their place | K |
From the same point of heaven their course advance | L |
And move in measures of their former dance | L |
Thus after length of ages she returns | M |
Restored in you and the same place adorns | N |
Or you perform her office in the sphere | O |
Born of her blood and make a new Platonic year | O |
O true Plantagenet O race divine | P |
For beauty still is fatal to the line | P |
Had Chaucer lived that angel face to view | Q |
Sure he had drawn his Emily from you | Q |
Or had you lived to judge the doubtful right | A |
Your noble Palamon had been the knight | A |
And conquering Theseus from his side had sent | A |
Your generous lord to guide the Theban government | A |
Time shall accomplish that and I shall see | R |
A Palamon in him in you an Emily | R |
Already have the Fates your path prepared | A |
And sure presage your future sway declared | A |
When westward like the sun you took your way | S |
And from benighted Britain bore the day | S |
Blue Triton gave the signal from the shore | T |
The ready Nereids heard and swam before | T |
To smooth the seas a soft Etesian gale | U |
But just inspired and gently swell'd the sail | U |
Portunus took his turn whose ample hand | A |
Heaved up his lighten'd keel and sunk the sand | A |
And steer'd the sacred vessel safe to land | A |
The land if not restrain'd had met your way | S |
Projected out a neck and jutted to the sea | R |
Hibernia prostrate at your feet adored | A |
In you the pledge of her expected lord | A |
Due to her isle a venerable name | J |
His father and his grandsire known to fame | J |
Awed by that house accustom'd to command | A |
The sturdy kerns in due subjection stand | A |
Nor bear the reins in any foreign hand | A |
At your approach they crowded to the port | A |
And scarcely landed you create a court | A |
As Ormond's harbinger to you they run | G |
For Venus is the promise of the sun | G |
The waste of civil wars their towns destroy'd | A |
Pales unhonour'd Ceres unemploy'd | A |
Were all forgot and one triumphant day | S |
Wiped all the tears of three campaigns away | S |
Blood rapines massacres were cheaply bought | A |
So mighty recompence your beauty brought | A |
As when the dove returning bore the mark | V |
Of earth restored to the long labouring ark | V |
The relics of mankind secure of rest | A |
Oped every window to receive the guest | A |
And the fair bearer of the message bless'd | A |
So when you came with loud repeated cries | I |
The nation took an omen from your eyes | I |
And God advanced his rainbow in the skies | I |
To sign inviolable peace restored | A |
The saints with solemn shouts proclaim'd the new accord | A |
When at your second coming you appear | O |
For I foretell that millenary year | O |
The sharpen'd share shall vex the soil no more | T |
But earth unbidden shall produce her store | T |
The land shall laugh the circling ocean smile | W |
And Heaven's indulgence bless the holy isle | W |
Heaven from all ages has reserved for you | Q |
That happy clime which venom never knew | Q |
Or if it had been there your eyes alone | H |
Have power to chase all poison but their own | H |
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Now in this interval which Fate has cast | A |
Betwixt your future glories and your past | A |
This pause of power 'tis Ireland's hour to mourn | X |
While England celebrates your safe return | Y |
By which you seem the seasons to command | A |
And bring our summers back to their forsaken land | A |
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The vanquish'd isle our leisure must attend | A |
Till the fair blessing we vouchsafe to send | A |
Nor can we spare you long though often we may lend | A |
The dove was twice employ'd abroad before | T |
The world was dried and she return'd no more | T |
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Nor dare we trust so soft a messenger | Z |
New from her sickness to that northern air | A2 |
Rest here a while your lustre to restore | T |
That they may see you as you shone before | T |
For yet the eclipse not wholly past you wade | A |
Through some remains and dimness of a shade | A |
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A subject in his prince may claim a right | A |
Nor suffer him with strength impair'd to fight | A |
Till force returns his ardour we restrain | B2 |
And curb his warlike wish to cross the main | B2 |
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Now past the danger let the learn'd begin | C2 |
The inquiry where disease could enter in | C2 |
How those malignant atoms forced their way | S |
What in the faultless frame they found to make their prey | S |
Where every element was weigh'd so well | F |
That Heaven alone who mix'd the mass could tell | F |
Which of the four ingredients could rebel | D2 |
And where imprison'd in so sweet a cage | E2 |
A soul might well be pleased to pass an age | E2 |
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And yet the fine materials made it weak | F2 |
Porcelain by being pure is apt to break | G2 |
Even to your breast the sickness durst aspire | H2 |
And forced from that fair temple to retire | H2 |
Profanely set the holy place on fire | Z |
In vain your lord like young Vespasian mourn'd | A |
When the fierce flames the sanctuary burn'd | A |
And I prepared to pay in verses rude | A |
A most detested act of gratitude | A |
Even this had been your elegy which now | I2 |
Is offer'd for your health the table of my vow | I2 |
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Your angel sure our Morley's mind inspired | A |
To find the remedy your ill required | A |
As once the Macedon by Jove's decree | R |
Was taught to dream an herb for Ptolemy | R |
Or Heaven which had such over cost bestow'd | A |
As scarce it could afford to flesh and blood | A |
So liked the frame he would not work anew | Q |
To save the charges of another you | Q |
Or by his middle science did he steer | O |
And saw some great contingent good appear | O |
Well worth a miracle to keep you here | J2 |
And for that end preserved the precious mould | A |
Which all the future Ormonds was to hold | A |
And meditated in his better mind | A |
An heir from you which may redeem the failing kind | A |
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Blest be the Power which has at once restored | A |
The hopes of lost succession to your lord | A |
Joy to the first and last of each degree | R |
Virtue to courts and what I long'd to see | R |
To you the Graces and the Muse to me | R |
O daughter of the rose whose cheeks unite | A |
The differing titles of the red and white | A |
Who Heaven's alternate beauty well display | S |
The blush of morning and the milky way | S |
Whose face is Paradise but fenced from sin | C2 |
For God in either eye has placed a cherubin | C2 |
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All is your lord's alone even absent he | R |
Employs the care of chaste Penelope | R |
For him you waste in tears your widow'd hours | K2 |
For him your curious needle paints the flowers | K2 |
Such works of old imperial dames were taught | A |
Such for Ascanius fair Eliza wrought | A |
The soft recesses of your hours improve | L2 |
The three fair pledges of your happy love | M2 |
All other parts of pious duty done | C2 |
You owe your Ormond nothing but a son | C2 |
To fill in future times his father's place | K |
And wear the garter of his mother's race | K |
John Dryden
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