To His Grace The Archbishop Of Dublin; A Poem Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDEEAAFFGGHIJJKKLLMM NNOOPPQR G HHSTUUVW B| Serus in coelum redeas diuque | A |
| Laetus intersis populo HOR Carm I ii | B |
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| Great good and just was once applied | C |
| To one who for his country died l | D |
| To one who lives in its defence | E |
| We speak it in a happier sense | E |
| O may the fates thy life prolong | A |
| Our country then can dread no wrong | A |
| In thy great care we place our trust | F |
| Because thou'rt great and good and just | F |
| Thy breast unshaken can oppose | G |
| Our private and our public foes | G |
| The latent wiles and tricks of state | H |
| Your wisdom can with ease defeat | I |
| When power in all its pomp appears | J |
| It falls before thy rev'rend years | J |
| And willingly resigns its place | K |
| To something nobler in thy face | K |
| When once the fierce pursuing Gaul | L |
| Had drawn his sword for Marius' fall | L |
| The godlike hero with a frown | M |
| Struck all his rage and malice down | M |
| Then how can we dread William Wood | N |
| If by thy presence he's withstood | N |
| Where wisdom stands to keep the field | O |
| In vain he brings his brazen shield | O |
| Though like the sibyl's priest he comes | P |
| With furious din of brazen drums | P |
| The force of thy superior voice | Q |
| Shall strike him dumb and quell their noise | R |
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| Footnote The epitaph on Charles I by the Marquis of Montrose | G |
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| Great good and just could I but rate | H |
| My griefs to thy too rigid fate | H |
| I'd weep the world in such a strain | S |
| As it should deluge once again | T |
| But since thy loud tongued blood demands supplies | U |
| More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes | U |
| I'll sing thine obsequies with trumpet sounds | V |
| And write thine epitaph in blood and wounds | W |
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| See Napier's Montrose and the Covenanters i | B |
Jonathan Swift
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