Ode Xvii: On A Sermon Against Glory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDDEEE AFGFGHHDDI| I | A |
| Come then tell me sage divine | B |
| Is it an offence to own | C |
| That our bosoms e'er incline | B |
| Toward immortal glory's throne | C |
| For with me nor pomp nor pleasure | D |
| Bourbon's might Braganza's treasure | D |
| So can fancy's dream rejoice | E |
| So conciliate reason's choice | E |
| As one approving word of her impartial voice | E |
| - | |
| II | A |
| If to spurn at noble praise | F |
| Be the pass port to thy heaven | G |
| Follow thou those gloomy ways | F |
| No such law to me was given | G |
| Nor I trust shall I deplore me | H |
| Faring like my friends before me | H |
| Nor an holier place desire | D |
| Than Timolean's arms acquire | D |
| And Tully's curule chair and Milton's golden lyre | I |
Mark Akenside
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