Psal. Iii. When He Fled From Absalom. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDDEEEEFGHEEHII HEEH

Lord how many are my foesA
How many thoseA
That in arms against me riseB
Many are theyC
That of my life distrustfully thus sayC
No help for him in God there liesB
But thou Lord art my shield my gloryD
Thee through my storyD
Th' exalter of my head I countE
Aloud I cry'dE
Unto Jehovah he full soon reply'dE
And heard me from his holy mountE
I lay and slept I wak'd againF
For my sustainG
Was the Lord Of many millionsH
The populous routE
I fear not though incamping round aboutE
They pitch against me their PavillionsH
Rise Lord save me my God for thouI
Hast smote ere nowI
On the cheek bone all my foesH
Of men abhor'dE
Hast broke the teeth This help was from the LordE
Thy blessing on thy people flowsH

John Milton



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