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 D2D2K2GGK2D2D2

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It was the Winter wildeB
While the Heav'n born childeC
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger liesD
Nature in aw to himE
Had doff't her gawdy trimE
With her great Master so to sympathizeD
It was no season then for herF
To wanton with the Sun her lusty ParamourF
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IIA
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Only with speeches fairF
She woo'd the gentle AirF
To hide her guilty front with innocent SnowG
And on her naked shameH
Pollute with sinfull blameH
The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throwG
Confounded that her Makers eyesD
Should look so near upon her foul deformitiesI
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IIIA
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But he her fears to ceaseJ
Sent down the meek eyd PeaceJ
She crown'd with Olive green came softly slidingK
Down through the turning sphearG
His ready HarbingerG
With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividingK
And waving wide her mirtle wandL
She strikes a universall Peace through Sea and LandM
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IV-
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No War or Battails soundN
Was heard the World aroundN
The idle spear and shield were high up hungO
The hooked Chariot stoodP
Unstain'd with hostile bloodQ
The Trumpet spake not to the armed throngR
And Kings sate still with awfull eyeA
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was byA
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But peacefull was the nightS
Wherin the Prince of lightS
His raign of peace upon the earth beganT
The Windes with wonder whistS
Smoothly the waters kistS
Whispering new joyes to the milde OceanU
Who now hath quite forgot to rave-
While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave-
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VIA
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The Stars with deep amazeV
Stand fit in steadfast gazeV
Bending one way their pretious influenceW
And will not take their flightS
For all the morning lightS
Or Lucifer that often warned them thenceX
But in their glimmering Orbs did glowG
Until their Lord himself bespake and bid them goG
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VIIA
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And though the shady gloomY
Had given day her roomY
The Sun himself with held his wonted speedS
And hid his head for shameH
As his inferior flameH
The new enlightened world no more should needS
He saw a greater Sun appearG
Then his bright Throne or burning Axletree could bearG
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VIIIA
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The Shepherds on the LawnZ
Or ere the point of dawnZ
Sate simply chatting in a rustic rowG
Full little thought they thanT
That the mighty PanT
Was kindly com to live with them belowG
Perhaps their loves or els their sheepA2
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busie keepA2
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IXX
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When such Musick sweetS
Their hearts and ears did greetS
As never was by mortal finger strookG
Divinely warbled voiceX
Answering the stringed noiseX
As all their souls in blisfull rapture tookG
The Air such pleasure loth to loseX
With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly closeX
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XX
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Nature that heard such soundS
Beneath the hollow roundS
of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrillingG
Now was almost wonU
To think her part was donB2
And that her raign had here its last fulfillingG
She knew such harmony aloneC2
Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier unionU
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XIX
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At last surrounds their sightS
A globe of circular lightS
That with long beams the shame faced night arrayedS
The helmed CherubimH
And sworded SeraphimH
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaidS
Harping in loud and solemn quireG
With unexpressive notes to Heav'ns new born HeirG
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XIIX
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Such Musick as 'tis saidS
Before was never madeS
But when of old the sons of morning sungG
While the Creator GreatS
His constellations setS
And the well ballanc't world on hinges hungG
And cast the dark foundations deepA2
And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keepA2
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XIIIX
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Ring out ye Crystall sphearsX
Once bless our human earsX
If ye have power to touch our senses soX
And let your silver chimeH
Move in melodious timeH
And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blowX
And with your ninefold harmonyX
Make up full consort to th'Angelike symphonyX
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XIVA
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For if such holy SongG
Enwrap our fancy longG
Time will run back and fetch the age of goldS
And speckl'd vanityX
Will sicken soon and dieS
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mouldS
And Hell it self will pass awayD2
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering dayD2
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XVA
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Yea Truth and Justice thenE2
Will down return to menE2
Th'enameld Arras of the Rain bow wearingG
And Mercy set betweenF2
Thron'd in Celestiall sheenF2
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down stearingG
And Heav'n as at som festivallX
Will open wide the gates of her high Palace HallX
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XVIA
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But wisest Fate sayes noX
This must not yet be soX
The Babe lies yet in smiling InfancyX
That on the bitter crossX
Must redeem our lossX
So both himself and us to glorifieA
Yet first to those ychain'd in sleepA2
The Wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deepA2
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XVIIA
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With such a horrid clangG
As on Mount Sinai rangG
While the red fire and smouldring clouds out brakeG
The aged Earth agastD2
With terrour of that blastD2
Shall from the surface to the center shakeG
When at the worlds last sessionU
The dreadfull Judge in middle Air shall spread his throneC2
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And then at last our blissX
Full and perfect isX
But now begins for from this happy dayD2
Th'old Dragon under groundD2
In straiter limits boundD2
Not half so far casts his usurped swayD2
And wrath to see his Kingdom failX
Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tailX
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XIXX
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The Oracles are dummH
No voice or hideous hummH
Runs through the arched roof in words deceivingG
Apollo from his shrineG2
Can no more divineG2
With hollow shreik the steep of Delphos leavingG
No nightly trance or breathed spellX
Inspire's the pale ey'd Priest from the prophetic cellX
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XXX
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The lonely mountains o'reD2
And the resounding shoreG
A voice of weeping heard and loud lamentD2
From haunted spring and daleX
Edg'd with poplar paleX
The parting Genius is with sighing sentD2
With flowre inwov'n tresses tornH2
The Nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mournH2
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XXIX
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In consecrated EarthI2
And on the holy HearthJ2
The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaintD2
In Urns and Altars roundD2
A drear and dying soundD2
Affrights the Flamins at their service quaintD2
And the chill Marble seems to sweatD2
While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seatD2
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XXIIX
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Peor and BaalimH
Forsake their Temples dimH
With that twise batter'd god of PalestineG2
And mooned AshtarothJ2
Heav'ns Queen and Mother bothJ2
Now sits not girt with Tapers holy shineG2
The Libyc Hammon shrinks his hornH2
In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamuz mournH2
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XXIIIX
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And sullen Moloch fledD2
Hath left in shadows dredD2
His burning Idol all of blackest hueK2
In vain with Cymbals ringG
They call the grisly kingG
In dismall dance about the furnace BlueK2
And Brutish gods of Nile as fastD2
lsis and Orus and the Dog Anubis hastD2

John Milton



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