Du Bartas, His Divine Weeks And Works (excerpt) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| But ev'n as many or more quarrels cumber | B |
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| Th' old heathen schools about the heavens' number | B |
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| One holds but one making the world's eyes shine | C |
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| Through the thin thickness of that chrystal line | C |
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| As through the ocean's clear and liquid flood | D |
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| The slippery fishes up and down do scud | D |
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| Another judging certain by his eye | E |
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| And seeing sev'n bright lamps mov'd diversely | F |
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| Turn this and that way and on th' other side | G |
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| That all the rest of the heav'ns' twinkling pride | G |
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| Keep all one course ingeniously he varies | H |
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| The heav'ns' rich building into eight round stories | H |
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| Others amid the starriest orb perceiving | I |
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| A triple cadence and withal conceiving | I |
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| That but one natural course one body goes | J |
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| Count nine some ten not numb'ring yet with those | J |
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| Th' empyreal palace where th' eternal treasures | K |
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| Of nectar flow where everlasting pleasures | K |
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| Are heaped up where an immortal May | L |
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| In blissful beauties flourisheth for ay | L |
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| Where life still lives where God his sises holds | M |
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| Environ'd round with seraphins and souls | N |
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| Bought with his precious blood whose glorious flight | O |
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| Erst mounted earth above the heavens bright | O |
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| Nor shall my faint and humble Muse presume | P |
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| So high a song and subject to assume | P |
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| THE THIRD DAY OF THE FIRST WEEK excerpts | Q |
| Rep Poetry RP | R |
Joshua Sylvester
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