The Hymn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEEDFF A FFGHHGDI A JJKGGKLM NNOPQRAA SSTSSU A VVWSSXGG A YYSHHSGG A ZZGTTGA2A2 X SSGXXGXX X SSGUB2GC2U X SSSHHSGG X SSGSSGA2A2 X XXXHHXXX A GGSXSSD2D2 A E2E2GF2F2GXX A XXXXXAA2A2 A GGGD2D2GUC2 A XXD2D2D2D2XX X HHGG2G2GXX X D2GD2XXD2H2H2 X I2J2D2D2D2D2D2D2 X HHG2J2J2G2H2H2 X D2D2K2GGK2D2D2I | A |
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It was the Winter wilde | B |
While the Heav'n born childe | C |
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies | D |
Nature in aw to him | E |
Had doff't her gawdy trim | E |
With her great Master so to sympathize | D |
It was no season then for her | F |
To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour | F |
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II | A |
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Only with speeches fair | F |
She woo'd the gentle Air | F |
To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow | G |
And on her naked shame | H |
Pollute with sinfull blame | H |
The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw | G |
Confounded that her Makers eyes | D |
Should look so near upon her foul deformities | I |
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III | A |
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But he her fears to cease | J |
Sent down the meek eyd Peace | J |
She crown'd with Olive green came softly sliding | K |
Down through the turning sphear | G |
His ready Harbinger | G |
With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing | K |
And waving wide her mirtle wand | L |
She strikes a universall Peace through Sea and Land | M |
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IV | - |
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No War or Battails sound | N |
Was heard the World around | N |
The idle spear and shield were high up hung | O |
The hooked Chariot stood | P |
Unstain'd with hostile blood | Q |
The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng | R |
And Kings sate still with awfull eye | A |
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by | A |
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V | - |
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But peacefull was the night | S |
Wherin the Prince of light | S |
His raign of peace upon the earth began | T |
The Windes with wonder whist | S |
Smoothly the waters kist | S |
Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean | U |
Who now hath quite forgot to rave | - |
While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave | - |
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VI | A |
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The Stars with deep amaze | V |
Stand fit in steadfast gaze | V |
Bending one way their pretious influence | W |
And will not take their flight | S |
For all the morning light | S |
Or Lucifer that often warned them thence | X |
But in their glimmering Orbs did glow | G |
Until their Lord himself bespake and bid them go | G |
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VII | A |
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And though the shady gloom | Y |
Had given day her room | Y |
The Sun himself with held his wonted speed | S |
And hid his head for shame | H |
As his inferior flame | H |
The new enlightened world no more should need | S |
He saw a greater Sun appear | G |
Then his bright Throne or burning Axletree could bear | G |
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VIII | A |
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The Shepherds on the Lawn | Z |
Or ere the point of dawn | Z |
Sate simply chatting in a rustic row | G |
Full little thought they than | T |
That the mighty Pan | T |
Was kindly com to live with them below | G |
Perhaps their loves or els their sheep | A2 |
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busie keep | A2 |
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IX | X |
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When such Musick sweet | S |
Their hearts and ears did greet | S |
As never was by mortal finger strook | G |
Divinely warbled voice | X |
Answering the stringed noise | X |
As all their souls in blisfull rapture took | G |
The Air such pleasure loth to lose | X |
With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly close | X |
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X | X |
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Nature that heard such sound | S |
Beneath the hollow round | S |
of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling | G |
Now was almost won | U |
To think her part was don | B2 |
And that her raign had here its last fulfilling | G |
She knew such harmony alone | C2 |
Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union | U |
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XI | X |
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At last surrounds their sight | S |
A globe of circular light | S |
That with long beams the shame faced night arrayed | S |
The helmed Cherubim | H |
And sworded Seraphim | H |
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid | S |
Harping in loud and solemn quire | G |
With unexpressive notes to Heav'ns new born Heir | G |
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XII | X |
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Such Musick as 'tis said | S |
Before was never made | S |
But when of old the sons of morning sung | G |
While the Creator Great | S |
His constellations set | S |
And the well ballanc't world on hinges hung | G |
And cast the dark foundations deep | A2 |
And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep | A2 |
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XIII | X |
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Ring out ye Crystall sphears | X |
Once bless our human ears | X |
If ye have power to touch our senses so | X |
And let your silver chime | H |
Move in melodious time | H |
And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blow | X |
And with your ninefold harmony | X |
Make up full consort to th'Angelike symphony | X |
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XIV | A |
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For if such holy Song | G |
Enwrap our fancy long | G |
Time will run back and fetch the age of gold | S |
And speckl'd vanity | X |
Will sicken soon and die | S |
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould | S |
And Hell it self will pass away | D2 |
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day | D2 |
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XV | A |
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Yea Truth and Justice then | E2 |
Will down return to men | E2 |
Th'enameld Arras of the Rain bow wearing | G |
And Mercy set between | F2 |
Thron'd in Celestiall sheen | F2 |
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down stearing | G |
And Heav'n as at som festivall | X |
Will open wide the gates of her high Palace Hall | X |
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XVI | A |
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But wisest Fate sayes no | X |
This must not yet be so | X |
The Babe lies yet in smiling Infancy | X |
That on the bitter cross | X |
Must redeem our loss | X |
So both himself and us to glorifie | A |
Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep | A2 |
The Wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep | A2 |
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XVII | A |
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With such a horrid clang | G |
As on Mount Sinai rang | G |
While the red fire and smouldring clouds out brake | G |
The aged Earth agast | D2 |
With terrour of that blast | D2 |
Shall from the surface to the center shake | G |
When at the worlds last session | U |
The dreadfull Judge in middle Air shall spread his throne | C2 |
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XVIII | A |
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And then at last our bliss | X |
Full and perfect is | X |
But now begins for from this happy day | D2 |
Th'old Dragon under ground | D2 |
In straiter limits bound | D2 |
Not half so far casts his usurped sway | D2 |
And wrath to see his Kingdom fail | X |
Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail | X |
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XIX | X |
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The Oracles are dumm | H |
No voice or hideous humm | H |
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving | G |
Apollo from his shrine | G2 |
Can no more divine | G2 |
With hollow shreik the steep of Delphos leaving | G |
No nightly trance or breathed spell | X |
Inspire's the pale ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell | X |
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XX | X |
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The lonely mountains o're | D2 |
And the resounding shore | G |
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament | D2 |
From haunted spring and dale | X |
Edg'd with poplar pale | X |
The parting Genius is with sighing sent | D2 |
With flowre inwov'n tresses torn | H2 |
The Nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn | H2 |
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XXI | X |
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In consecrated Earth | I2 |
And on the holy Hearth | J2 |
The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint | D2 |
In Urns and Altars round | D2 |
A drear and dying sound | D2 |
Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint | D2 |
And the chill Marble seems to sweat | D2 |
While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat | D2 |
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XXII | X |
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Peor and Baalim | H |
Forsake their Temples dim | H |
With that twise batter'd god of Palestine | G2 |
And mooned Ashtaroth | J2 |
Heav'ns Queen and Mother both | J2 |
Now sits not girt with Tapers holy shine | G2 |
The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn | H2 |
In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamuz mourn | H2 |
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XXIII | X |
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And sullen Moloch fled | D2 |
Hath left in shadows dred | D2 |
His burning Idol all of blackest hue | K2 |
In vain with Cymbals ring | G |
They call the grisly king | G |
In dismall dance about the furnace Blue | K2 |
And Brutish gods of Nile as fast | D2 |
lsis and Orus and the Dog Anubis hast | D2 |
John Milton
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