To The Author Of Memoirs Of The House Of Brandenburgh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEEFGHGH IIJKKJLMLMNNOPPOQRQR QQSTUS| The men renown'd as chiefs of human race | A |
| And born to lead in counsels or in arms | B |
| Have seldom turn'd their feet from glory's chace | A |
| To dwell with books or court the Muse's charms | B |
| Yet to our eyes if haply time hath brought | C |
| Some genuine transcript of their calmer thought | C |
| There still we own the wise the great or good | D |
| And C sar there and Xenophon are seen | E |
| As clear in spirit and sublime of mien | E |
| As on Pharsalian plains or by the Assyrian flood | F |
| Say thou too Frederic was not this thy aim | G |
| Thy vigils could the student's lamp ingage | H |
| Except for this except that future fame | G |
| Might read thy genius in the faithful page | H |
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| That if hereafter envy shall presume | I |
| With words irreverent to inscribe thy tomb | I |
| And baser weeds upon thy palms to fling | J |
| That hence posterity may try thy reign | K |
| Assert thy treaties and thy wars explain | K |
| And view in native lights the hero and the king | J |
| O evil foresight and pernicious care | L |
| Wilt thou indeed abide by this appeal | M |
| Shall we the lessons of thy pen compare | L |
| With private honor or with public zeal | M |
| Whence then at things divine those darts of scorn | N |
| Why are the woes which virtuous men have borne | N |
| For sacred truth a prey to laughter given | O |
| What fiend what foe of nature urg'd thy arm | P |
| The Almighty of his scepter to disarm | P |
| To push this earth adrift and leave it loose from heaven | O |
| Ye godlike shades of legislators old | Q |
| Ye who made Rome victorious Athens wise | R |
| Ye first of mortals with the bless'd inroll'd | Q |
| Say did not horror in your bosoms rise | R |
| When thus by impious vanity impell'd | Q |
| A magistrate a monarch ye beheld | Q |
| Affronting civil order's holiest bands | S |
| Those bands which ye so labor'd to improve | T |
| Those hopes and fears of justice from above | U |
| Which tam'd the savage world to your divine commands | S |
Mark Akenside
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