Elegy Iii - Anno Aetates 17.1 - On The Death Of The Bishop Of Winchester.2 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLLMMNNOOPQRSNNNNNN TTMMNNLLUVNNLLDDWNNL LNNEELLMMXXSilent I sat dejected and alone | A |
Making in thought the public woes my own | A |
When first arose the image in my breast | B |
Of England's sufferings by that scourge the pest | B |
How death his fun'ral torch and scythe in hand | C |
Ent'ring the lordliest mansions of the land | C |
Has laid the gem illumin'd palace low | D |
And level'd tribes of Nobles at a blow | D |
I next deplor'd the famed fraternal pair | E |
Too soon to ashes turn'd and empty air | E |
The Heroes next whom snatch'd into the skies | F |
All Belgia saw and follow'd with her sighs | F |
But Thee far most I mourn'd regretted most | G |
Winton's chief shepherd and her worthiest boast | G |
Pour'd out in tears I thus complaining said | H |
Death next in pow'r to Him who rules the Dead | H |
Is't not enough that all the woodlands yield | I |
To thy fell force and ev'ry verdant field | I |
That lilies at one noisome blast of thine | J |
And ev'n the Cyprian Queen's own roses pine | J |
That oaks themselves although the running rill | K |
Suckle their roots must wither at thy will | K |
That all the winged nations even those | L |
Whose heav'n directed flight the Future shows | L |
And all the beasts that in dark forests stray | M |
And all the herds of Proteus are thy prey | M |
Ah envious arm'd with pow'rs so unconfined | N |
Why stain thy hands with blood of Human kind | N |
Why take delight with darts that never roam | O |
To chase a heav'n born spirit from her home | O |
While thus I mourn'd the star of evening stood | P |
Now newly ris'n above the western flood | Q |
And Phoebus from his morning goal again | R |
Had reach'd the gulphs of the Iberian main | S |
I wish'd repose and on my couch reclined | N |
Took early rest to night and sleep resign'd | N |
When Oh for words to paint what I beheld | N |
I seem'd to wander in a spacious field | N |
Where all the champain glow'd with purple light | N |
Like that of sun rise on the mountain height | N |
Flow'rs over all the field of ev'ry hue | T |
That ever Iris wore luxuriant grew | T |
Nor Chloris with whom amtrous Zephyrs play | M |
E'er dress'd Alcinous' gardens half so gay | M |
A silver current like the Tagus roll'd | N |
O'er golden sands but sands of purer gold | N |
With dewy airs Favonius fann'd the flow'rs | L |
With airs awaken'd under rosy bow'rs | L |
Such poets feign irradiated all o'er | U |
The sun's abode on India's utmost shore | V |
While I that splendour and the mingled shade | N |
Of fruitful vines with wonder fixt survey'd | N |
At once with looks that beam'd celestial grace | L |
The Seer of Winton stood before my face | L |
His snowy vesture's hem descending low | D |
His golden sandals swept and pure as snow | D |
New fallen shone the mitre on his brow | W |
Where'er he trod a tremulous sweet sound | N |
Of gladness shook the flow'ry scene around | N |
Attendant angels clap their starry wings | L |
The trumpet shakes the sky all aether rings | L |
Each chaunts his welcome folds him to his breast | N |
And thus a sweeter voice than all the rest | N |
Ascend my son thy Father's kingdom share | E |
My son henceforth be free'd from ev'ry care | E |
So spake the voice and at its tender close | L |
With psaltry's sound th'Angelic band arose | L |
Then night retired and chased by dawning day | M |
The visionary bliss pass'd all away | M |
I mourn'd my banish'd sleep with fond concern | X |
Frequent to me may dreams like this return | X |
John Milton
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