Upon The Death Of Lord Hastings Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBBDDEFGGBBHHIJBB KKLLMMBBNNOOPPQRBBSS BBTUVPWWXXYYZZBBA2A2 B2B2C2C2D2D2E2F2C2C2 G2G2H2H2BBI2I2J2J2K2 K2J2J2BBL2M2J2J2LLH2 H2TN2BJ2J2J2O2KM2L2J 2J2J2J2J2J2| Must noble Hastings immaturely die | A |
| The honour of his ancient family | B |
| Beauty and learning thus together meet | C |
| To bring a winding for a wedding sheet | C |
| Must virtue prove death's harbinger must she | B |
| With him expiring feel mortality | B |
| Is death sin's wages grace's now shall art | D |
| Make us more learned only to depart | D |
| If merit be disease if virtue death | E |
| To be good not to be who'd then bequeath | F |
| Himself to discipline who'd not esteem | G |
| Labour a crime study self murder deem | G |
| Our noble youth now have pretence to be | B |
| Dunces securely ignorant healthfully | B |
| Rare linguist whose worth speaks itself whose praise | H |
| Though not his own all tongues besides do raise | H |
| Than whom great Alexander may seem less | I |
| Who conquered men but not their languages | J |
| In his mouth nations speak his tongue might be | B |
| Interpreter to Greece France Italy | B |
| His native soil was the four parts o' the earth | K |
| All Europe was too narrow for his birth | K |
| A young apostle and with reverence may | L |
| I speak 't inspired with gift of tongues as they | L |
| Nature gave him a child what men in vain | M |
| Oft strive by art though furthered to obtain | M |
| His body was an orb his sublime soul | B |
| Did move on virtue's and on learning's pole | B |
| Whose regular motions better to our view | N |
| Than Archimedes' sphere the heavens did shew | N |
| Graces and virtues languages and arts | O |
| Beauty and learning filled up all the parts | O |
| Heaven's gifts which do like falling stars appear | P |
| Scattered in others all as in their sphere | P |
| Were fixed and conglobate in's soul and thence | Q |
| Shone through his body with sweet influence | R |
| Letting their glories so on each limb fall | B |
| The whole frame rendered was celestial | B |
| Come learned Ptolemy and trial make | S |
| If thou this hero's altitude can'st take | S |
| But that transcends thy skill thrice happy all | B |
| Could we but prove thus astronomical | B |
| Lived Tycho now struck with this ray which shone | T |
| More bright i' the morn than others beam at noon | U |
| He'd take his astrolabe and seek out here | V |
| What new star 'twas did gild our hemisphere | P |
| Replenished then with such rare gifts as these | W |
| Where was room left for such a foul disease | W |
| The nation's sin hath drawn that veil which shrouds | X |
| Our day spring in so sad benighting clouds | X |
| Heaven would no longer trust its pledge but thus | Y |
| Recalled it rapt its Ganymede from us | Y |
| Was there no milder way but the small pox | Z |
| The very filthiness of Pandora's box | Z |
| So many spots like n ves our Venus soil | B |
| One jewel set off with so many a foil | B |
| Blisters with pride swelled which through's flesh did sprout | A2 |
| Like rosebuds stuck i' the lily skin about | A2 |
| Each little pimple had a tear in it | B2 |
| To wail the fault its rising did commit | B2 |
| Which rebel like with its own lord at strife | C2 |
| Thus made an insurrection 'gainst his life | C2 |
| Or were these gems sent to adorn his skin | D2 |
| The cabinet of a richer soul within | D2 |
| No comet need foretell his change drew on | E2 |
| Whose corpse might seem a constellation | F2 |
| Oh had he died of old how great a strife | C2 |
| Had been who from his death should draw their life | C2 |
| Who should by one rich draught become whate'er | G2 |
| Seneca Cato Numa C sar were | G2 |
| Learned virtuous pious great and have by this | H2 |
| An universal metempsychosis | H2 |
| Must all these aged sires in one funeral | B |
| Expire all die in one so young so small | B |
| Who had he lived his life out his great fame | I2 |
| Had swoln 'bove any Greek or Roman name | I2 |
| But hasty winter with one blast hath brought | J2 |
| The hopes of autumn summer spring to nought | J2 |
| Thus fades the oak i' the sprig i' the blade the corn | K2 |
| Thus without young this Ph nix dies newborn | K2 |
| Must then old three legged grey beards with their gout | J2 |
| Catarrhs rheums aches live three ages out | J2 |
| Time's offals only fit for the hospital | B |
| Or to hang an antiquary's rooms withal | B |
| Must drunkards lechers spent with sinning live | L2 |
| With such helps as broths possets physic give | M2 |
| None live but such as should die shall we meet | J2 |
| With none but ghostly fathers in the street | J2 |
| Grief makes me rail sorrow will force its way | L |
| And showers of tears tempestuous sighs best lay | L |
| The tongue may fail but overflowing eyes | H2 |
| Will weep out lasting streams of elegies | H2 |
| But thou O virgin widow left alone | T |
| Now thy beloved heaven ravished spouse is gone | N2 |
| Whose skilful sire in vain strove to apply | B |
| Med'cines when thy balm was no remedy | J2 |
| With greater than Platonic love O wed | J2 |
| His soul though not his body to thy bed | J2 |
| Let that make thee a mother bring thou forth | O2 |
| The ideas of his virtue knowledge worth | K |
| Transcribe the original in new copies give | M2 |
| Hastings o' the better part so shall he live | L2 |
| In's nobler half and the great grandsire be | J2 |
| Of an heroic divine progeny | J2 |
| An issue which to eternity shall last | J2 |
| Yet but the irradiations which he cast | J2 |
| Erect no mausoleums for his best | J2 |
| Monument is his spouse's marble breast | J2 |
John Dryden
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