The Passion Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCDD A EFEFFDD A GHIHHJJ KLMLLNN F FFDD OPOQPRR STSTTUV CWCWWWW WXW| I | A |
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| Ere while of Musick and Ethereal mirth | B |
| Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring | C |
| And joyous news of heav'nly Infants birth | B |
| My muse with Angels did divide to sing | C |
| But headlong joy is ever on the wing | C |
| In Wintry solstice like the shortn'd light | D |
| Soon swallow'd up in dark and long out living night | D |
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| II | A |
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| For now to sorrow must I tune my song | E |
| And set my Harpe to notes of saddest wo | F |
| Which on our dearest Lord did sease er'e long | E |
| Dangers and snares and wrongs and worse then so | F |
| Which he for us did freely undergo | F |
| Most perfect Heroe try'd in heaviest plight | D |
| Of labours huge and hard too hard for human wight | D |
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| III | A |
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| He sov'ran Priest stooping his regall head | G |
| That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes | H |
| Poor fleshly Tabernacle entered | I |
| His starry front low rooft beneath the skies | H |
| O what a Mask was there what a disguise | H |
| Yet more the stroke of death he must abide | J |
| Then lies him meekly down fast by his Brethrens side | J |
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| IV | - |
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| These latter scenes confine my roving vers | K |
| To this Horizon is my Phoebus bound | L |
| His Godlike acts and his temptations fierce | M |
| And former sufferings other where are found | L |
| Loud o're the rest Cremona's Trump doth sound | L |
| Me softer airs befit and softer strings | N |
| Of Lute or Viol still more apt for mournful things | N |
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| V | - |
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| Befriend me night best Patroness of grief | - |
| Over the Pole thy thickest mantle throw | F |
| And work my flatterd fancy to belief | - |
| That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my wo | F |
| My sorrows are too dark for day to know | F |
| The leaves should all be black wheron I write | D |
| And letters where my tears have washt a wannish white | D |
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| VI | - |
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| See see the Chariot and those rushing wheels | O |
| That whirl'd the Prophet up at Chebar flood | P |
| My spirit som transporting Cherub feels | O |
| To bear me where the Towers of Salem stood | Q |
| Once glorious Towers now sunk in guiltles blood | P |
| There doth my soul in holy vision sit | R |
| In pensive trance and anguish and ecstatick fit | R |
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| VII | - |
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| Mine eye hath found that sad Sepulchral rock | S |
| That was the Casket of Heav'ns richest store | T |
| And here though grief my feeble hands up lock | S |
| Yet on the softned Quarry would I score | T |
| My plaining vers as lively as before | T |
| For sure so well instructed are my tears | U |
| They would fitly fall in order'd Characters | V |
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| VIII | - |
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| I thence hurried on viewles wing | C |
| Take up a weeping on the Mountains wilde | W |
| The gentle neighbourhood of grove and spring | C |
| Would soon unboosom all their Echoes milde | W |
| And I for grief is easily beguild | W |
| Might think th'infection of my sorrows bound | W |
| Had got a race of mourners on som pregnant cloud | W |
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| Note This subject the Author finding to be above the yeers he had | W |
| when he wrote it and nothing satisfi'd with what was begun | X |
| left it unfinish'd | W |
John Milton
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