An Ode - Inscribed To The Memory Of The Hon. Colonel George Villiers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Say dearest Villiers poor departed friendA
Since fleeting life thus suddenly must endA
Say what did all thy busy hopes availB
That anxious thou from pole to pole didst sailB
Ere on thy chin the springing beard beganC
To spread a doubtful down and promise manC
What profited thy thoughts and toils and caresD
In vigour more confirmed and riper yearsE
To wake ere morning dawn to loud alarmsF
And march till close of night in heavy armsF
To scorn the summer's suns and winter's snowsG
And search through every clime thy country's foesG
That thou might'st Fortune to thy side engageH
That gentle Peace might quell Bellona's rageH
And Anna's bounty crown her soldier's hoary ageH
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In vain we think that free will'd man has powerI
To hasten or protract th' appointed hourI
Our term of life depends not on our deedJ
Before our birth our funeral was decreedJ
Nor awed by foresight nor misled by chanceK
Imperious Death directs his ebon lanceK
Peoples great Henry's tombs and leads up Holben's danceK
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Alike must every state and every ageH
Sustain the universal tyrant's rageH
For neither William's power nor Mary's charmsF
Could or repel or pacify his armsF
Young Churchill fell as life began to bloomL
And Bradford's trembling age expects the tombL
Wisdom and Eloquence in vain would pleadJ
One moment's respite for the learned headM
Judges of writings and of men have diedN
Maecenas Sackville Socrates and HydeN
And in their various turns the sons must treadM
Those gloomy journeys which their sires have ledM
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The ancient sage who did so long maintainO
That bodies die but souls return againP
With all the births and deaths he had in storeQ
Went out Pythagoras and came no moreQ
And modern Asgyll whose capricious thoughtR
Is yet with stores of wilder notions fraughtR
Too soon convinced shall yield that fleeting breathS
Which play'd so idly with the darts of DeathS
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Some from the stranded vessel force their wayT
Fearful of fate they meet it in the seaU
Some who escape the fury of the waveV
Sicken on earth and sink into a graveV
In journeys or at home in war or peaceW
By hardships many many fall by easeX
Each changing season does its poison bringY
Rheums chill the winter agues blast the springY
Wet dry cold hot at the appointed hourI
All act subservient to the tyrant's powerI
And when obedient Nature knows his willZ
A fly a grape stone or a hair can killZ
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For restless Proserpine for ever treadsA2
In paths unseen o'er our devoted headsA2
And on the spacious land and liquid mainO
Spreads slow disease or darts afflictive painO
Variety of deaths confirms her endless reignO
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On cursed Piava's banks the goddess stoodB2
Show'd her dire warrant to the rising floodC2
When he I long must love and long must mournD2
With fatal speed was urging his returnE2
In his dear country to disperse his careF2
And arm himself by rest for future warQ
To chide his anxious friends' officious fearsE
And promise to their joys his elder yearsE
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Oh destined head and oh severe decreeU
Nor native country thou nor friend shalt seeU
Nor war hast thou to wage nor year to comeG2
Impending death is thine and instant doomL
Hark the imperious goddess is obey'dH2
Winds murmur snows descend and waters spreadM
Oh Kinsman Friend Oh vain are all the criesI2
Of human voice strong Destiny repliesI2
Weep you on earth for he shall sleep belowJ2
Thence none return and thither all must goJ2
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Whoe'er thou art whom choice or business leadsK2
To this sad river or the neighbouring meadsK2
If thou may'st happen on the dreary shoresL2
To find the object which this verse deploresL2
Cleanse the pale corpse with a religious handM2
From the polluting weed and common sandM2
Lay the dead hero graceful in a graveV
The only honour he can now receiveN2
And fragrant mould upon his body throwJ2
And plant the warrior laurel o'er his browO2
Light lie the earth and flourish green the boughO2
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So may just Heaven secure thy future lifeP2
From foreign dangers and domestic strifeP2
And when th' infernal Judge's dismal powerI
From the dark urn shall throw thy destin'd hourI
When yielding to the sentence breathless thouO2
And pale shalt lie as what thou buriest nowO2
May some kind friend the piteous object seeU
And equal rites perform to that which once was theeU

Matthew Prior



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