Eight Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCD EBEB FGFG FHFH IFIF JKLK MFMF NONO PQRQ FSFS TUTV FWFA| It is the man of God who was disobedient unto the word of | A |
| the Lord King xiii | B |
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| Prophet of God arise and take | C |
| With thee the words of wrath divine | D |
| The scourge of Heaven to shake | C |
| O'er yon apostate shrine | D |
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| Where Angels down the lucid stair | E |
| Came hovering to our sainted sires | B |
| Now in the twilight glare | E |
| The heathen's wizard fires | B |
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| Go with thy voice the altar rend | F |
| Scatter the ashes be the arm | G |
| That idols would befriend | F |
| Shrunk at thy withering charm | G |
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| Then turn thee for thy time is short | F |
| But trace not o'er the former way | H |
| Lest idol pleasures court | F |
| Thy heedless soul astray | H |
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| Thou know'st how hard to hurry by | I |
| Where on the lonely woodland road | F |
| Beneath the moonlight sky | I |
| The festal warblings flowed | F |
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| Where maidens to the Queen of Heaven | J |
| Wove the gay dance round oak or palm | K |
| Or breathed their vows at even | L |
| In hymns as soft as balm | K |
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| Or thee perchance a darker spell | M |
| Enthralls the smooth stones of the flood | F |
| By mountain grot or fell | M |
| Pollute with infant's blood | F |
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| The giant altar on the rock | N |
| The cavern whence the timbrel's call | O |
| Affrights the wandering flock | N |
| Thou long'st to search them all | O |
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| Trust not the dangerous path again | P |
| O forward step and lingering will | Q |
| O loved and warned in vain | R |
| And wilt thou perish still | Q |
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| Thy message given thine home in sight | F |
| To the forbidden feast return | S |
| Yield to the false delight | F |
| Thy better soul could spurn | S |
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| Alas my brother round thy tomb | T |
| In sorrow kneeling and in fear | U |
| We read the Pastor's doom | T |
| Who speaks and will not hear | V |
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| The grey haired saint may fail at last | F |
| The surest guide a wanderer prove | W |
| Death only binds us fast | F |
| To the bright shore of love | A |
John Keble
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