Third Sunday In Lent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DEDEFF GHGHII JKLMNN OPOPII AQAQRR STSTUU VVVVAA WXWXCC YZA2B2GGWhen a strong man armed keepeth his place his goods are in | A |
peace but when a stronger than he shall come upon him and | B |
overcome him he taketh from him all his armour wherein he | C |
trusted and divideth his spoils St Luke xi | C |
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See Lucifer like lightning fall | D |
Dashed from his throne of pride | E |
While answering Thy victorious call | D |
The Saints his spoils divide | E |
This world of Thine by him usurped too long | F |
Now opening all her stores to heal Thy servants' wrong | F |
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So when the first born of Thy foes | G |
Dead in the darkness lay | H |
When Thy redeemed at midnight rose | G |
And cast their bonds away | H |
The orphaned realm threw wide her gates and told | I |
Into freed Israel's lap her jewels and her gold | I |
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And when their wondrous march was o'er | J |
And they had won their homes | K |
Where Abraham fed his flock of yore | L |
Among their fathers' tombs | M |
A land that drinks the rain of Heaven at will | N |
Whose waters kiss the feet of many a vine clad hill | N |
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Oft as they watched at thoughtful eve | O |
A gale from bowers of balm | P |
Sweep o'er the billowy corn and heave | O |
The tresses of the palm | P |
Just as the lingering Sun had touched with gold | I |
Far o'er the cedar shade some tower of giants old | I |
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It was a fearful joy I ween | A |
To trace the Heathen's toil | Q |
The limpid wells the orchards green | A |
Left ready for the spoil | Q |
The household stores untouched the roses bright | R |
Wreathed o'er the cottage walls in garlands of delight | R |
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And now another Canaan yields | S |
To Thine all conquering ark | T |
Fly from the old poetic fields | S |
Ye Paynim shadows dark | T |
Immortal Greece dear land of glorious lays | U |
Lo here the unknown God of thy unconscious praise | U |
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The olive wreath the ivied wand | V |
The sword in myrtles drest | V |
Each legend of the shadowy strand | V |
Now wakes a vision blest | V |
As little children lisp and tell of Heaven | A |
So thoughts beyond their thought to those high Bards were given | A |
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And these are ours Thy partial grace | W |
The tempting treasure lends | X |
These relies of a guilty race | W |
Are forfeit to Thy friends | X |
What seemed an idol hymn now breathes of Thee | C |
Tuned by Faith's ear to some celestial melody | C |
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There's not a strain to Memory dear | Y |
Nor flower in classic grove | Z |
There's not a sweet note warbled here | A2 |
But minds us of Thy Love | B2 |
O Lord our Lord and spoiler of our foes | G |
There is no light but Thine with Thee all beauty glows | G |
John Keble
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