Anno Aetatis 17. On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I	A
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O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted	B
Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie	C
Summers chief honour if thou hadst outlasted	D
Bleak winters force that made thy blossome drie	E
For he being amorous on that lovely die	A
That did thy cheek envermeil thought to kiss	F
But kill'd alas and then bewayl'd his fatal bliss	F
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II	A
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For since grim Aquilo his charioter	E
By boistrous rape th' Athenian damsel got	G
He thought it toucht his Deitie full neer	E
If likewise he some fair one wedded not	G
Thereby to wipe away th' infamous blot	G
Of long uncoupled bed and childless eld	G
Which 'mongst the wanton gods a foul reproach was held	G
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III	A
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So mounting up in ycie pearled carr	E
Through middle empire of the freezing aire	E
He wanderd long till thee he spy'd from farr	E
There ended was his quest there ceast his care	E
Down he descended from his Snow soft chaire	E
But all unwares with his cold kind embrace	H
Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair hiding place	H
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IV	-
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Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate	G
For so Apollo with unweeting hand	G
Whilome did slay his dearly loved mate	G
Young Hyacinth born on Eurotas' strand	G
Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land	G
But then transform'd him to a purple flower	E
Alack that so to change thee winter had no power	E
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V	-
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Yet can I not perswade me thou art dead	G
Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe	I
Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed	G
Hid from the world in a low delved tombe	I
Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom	I
O no for something in thy face did shine	J
Above mortalitie that shew'd thou wast divine	J
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VI	-
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Resolve me then oh Soul most surely blest	G
If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear	E
Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest	G
Whether above that high first moving Spheare	E
Or in the Elisian fields if such there were	E
Oh say me true if thou wert mortal wight	G
And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight	G
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VII	-
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Wert thou some Starr which from the ruin'd roofe	-
Of shak't Olympus by mischance didst fall	C
Which carefull Jove in natures true behoofe	-
Took up and in fit place did reinstall	C
Or did of late earths Sonnes besiege the wall	C
Of sheenie Heav'n and thou some goddess fled	G
Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head	G
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VIII	-
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Or wert thou that just Maid who once before	E
Forsook the hated earth O tell me sooth	K
And cam'st again to visit us once more	E
Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth	K
Or that c r own'd Matron sage white robed Truth	K
Or any other of that heav'nly brood	G
Let down in clowdie throne to do the world some good	G
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IX	H
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Or wert thou of the golden winged boast	G
Who having clad thy self in humane weed	G
To earth from thy praefixed seat didst poast	G
And after short abode flie back with speed	G
As if to shew what creatures Heav'n doth breed	G
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire	E
To scorn the sordid world and unto Heav'n aspire	E
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X	H
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But oh why didst thou not stay here below	C
To bless us with thy heav'n lov'd innocence	H
To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe	C
To turn Swift rushing black perdition hence	H
Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence	H
To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart	G
But thou canst best perform that office where thou art	G
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XI	H
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Then thou the mother of so sweet a child	G
Her false imagin'd loss cease to lament	G
And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild	G
Think what a present thou to God hast sent	G
And render him with patience what he lent	G
This if thou do he will an off spring give	-
That till the worlds last end shall make thy name to live	-

John Milton

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