Threnodia Augustalis: Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CBCB DE FFGFGHHIJKLMK NNOPPOQRMQSTSTMUHHVW VWXYXY YVWVW YYYY FQZA2ZB2BBB2C2C2D2FF D2 E2E2YF2F2YF2F2G2G2 YF2F2G2G2YYG2G2 FF2FFYYFYHFYYH2A2OI2 YJ2QB2F2F2B2SSWWK2K2 YYYF2F2L2M2WW FYYF2F2E2N2O2N2B2D2B 2D2P2P2A2A2HH YHH F2 P2 FQ2WQ2WYYR2R2VVR2S2T 2S2T2P2P2U2U2V2W2W2V 2 YYYE2E2 FKR2G2R2S2FS2FA2A2YW 2Y FR2R2PPN2N2PHA2HX2Y2 YY2Z2PYPYA3B3 PYA3YA3 FSC3SC3WWVPVPE2E2P2P 2D3D3E3 YF3F3SP2P2S FVU2VU2YP2YP2YPYPYKY KB3NB3 P2YPYP G3NB3N B3B3NB3NSACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES | A |
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OVERTURE A SOLEMN DIRGE AIR TRIO | B |
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Arise ye sons of worth arise | C |
And waken every note of woe | B |
When truth and virtue reach the skies | C |
'Tis ours to weep the want below | B |
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CHORUS | D |
When truth and virtue etc | E |
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MAN SPEAKER | F |
The praise attending pomp and power | F |
The incense given to kings | G |
Are but the trappings of an hour | F |
Mere transitory things | G |
The base bestow them but the good agree | H |
To spurn the venal gifts as flattery | H |
But when to pomp and power are join'd | I |
An equal dignity of mind | J |
When titles are the smallest claim | K |
When wealth and rank and noble blood | L |
But aid the power of doing good | M |
Then all their trophies last and flattery turns to fame | K |
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Bless'd spirit thou whose fame just born to bloom | N |
Shall spread and flourish from the tomb | N |
How hast thou left mankind for heaven | O |
Even now reproach and faction mourn | P |
And wondering how their rage was borne | P |
Request to be forgiven | O |
Alas they never had thy hate | Q |
Unmov'd in conscious rectitude | R |
Thy towering mind self centred stood | M |
Nor wanted man's opinion to be great | Q |
In vain to charm thy ravish'd sight | S |
A thousand gifts would fortune send | T |
In vain to drive thee from the right | S |
A thousand sorrows urg'd thy end | T |
Like some well fashion'd arch thy patience stood | M |
And purchas'd strength from its increasing load | U |
Pain met thee like a friend that set thee free | H |
Affliction still is virtue's opportunity | H |
Virtue on herself relying | V |
Ev'ry passion hush'd to rest | W |
Loses ev'ry pain of dying | V |
In the hopes of being blest | W |
Ev'ry added pang she suffers | X |
Some increasing good bestows | Y |
Ev'ry shock that malice offers | X |
Only rocks her to repose | Y |
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SONG BY A MAN AFFETTUOSO | Y |
Virtue on herself relying | V |
Ev'ry passion hush'd to rest | W |
Loses ev'ry pain of dying | V |
In the hopes of being blest | W |
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Ev'ry added pang she suffers | Y |
Some increasing good bestows | Y |
Ev'ry shock that malice offers | Y |
Only rocks her to repose | Y |
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WOMAN SPEAKER | F |
Yet ah what terrors frowned upon her fate | Q |
Death with its formidable band | Z |
Fever and pain and pale consumptive care | A2 |
Determin'd took their stand | Z |
Nor did the cruel ravagers design | B2 |
To finish all their efforts at a blow | B |
But mischievously slow | B |
They robb'd the relic and defac'd the shrine | B2 |
With unavailing grief | C2 |
Despairing of relief | C2 |
Her weeping children round | D2 |
Beheld each hour | F |
Death's growing power | F |
And trembled as he frown'd | D2 |
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As helpless friends who view from shore | E2 |
The labouring ship and hear the tempest roar | E2 |
While winds and waves their wishes cross | Y |
They stood while hope and comfort fail | F2 |
Not to assist but to bewail | F2 |
The inevitable loss | Y |
Relentless tyrant at thy call | F2 |
How do the good the virtuous fall | F2 |
Truth beauty worth and all that most engage | G2 |
But wake thy vengeance and provoke thy rage | G2 |
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SONG BY A MAN BASSO STACCATO SPIRITOSO | Y |
When vice my dart and scythe supply | F2 |
How great a king of terrors I | F2 |
If folly fraud your hearts engage | G2 |
Tremble ye mortals at my rage | G2 |
Fall round me fall ye little things | Y |
Ye statesmen warriors poets kings | Y |
If virtue fail her counsel sage | G2 |
Tremble ye mortals at my rage | G2 |
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MAN SPEAKER | F |
Yet let that wisdom urged by her example | F2 |
Teach us to estimate what all must suffer | F |
Let us prize death as the best gift of nature | F |
As a safe inn where weary travellers | Y |
When they have journeyed through a world of cares | Y |
May put off life and be at rest for ever | F |
Groans weeping friends indeed and gloomy sables | Y |
May oft distract us with their sad solemnity | H |
The preparation is the executioner | F |
Death when unmasked shows me a friendly face | Y |
And is a terror only at a distance | Y |
For as the line of life conducts me on | H2 |
To Death's great court the prospect seems more fair | A2 |
'Tis Nature's kind retreat that's always open | O |
To take us in when we have drained the cup | I2 |
Of life or worn our days to wretchedness | Y |
In that secure serene retreat | J2 |
Where all the humble all the great | Q |
Promiscuously recline | B2 |
Where wildly huddled to the eye | F2 |
The beggar's pouch and prince's purple lie | F2 |
May every bliss be thine | B2 |
And ah bless'd spirit wheresoe'er thy flight | S |
Through rolling worlds or fields of liquid light | S |
May cherubs welcome their expected guest | W |
May saints with songs receive thee to their rest | W |
May peace that claimed while here thy warmest love | K2 |
May blissful endless peace be thine above | K2 |
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SONG BY A WOMAN AMOROSO | Y |
Lovely lasting Peace below | Y |
Comforter of every woe | Y |
Heav'nly born and bred on high | F2 |
To crown the favourites of the sky | F2 |
Lovely lasting Peace appear | L2 |
This world itself if thou art here | M2 |
Is once again with Eden blest | W |
And man contains it in his breast | W |
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WOMAN SPEAKER | F |
Our vows are heard Long long to mortal eyes | Y |
Her soul was fitting to its kindred skies | Y |
Celestial like her bounty fell | F2 |
Where modest want and patient sorrow dwell | F2 |
Want pass'd for merit at her door | E2 |
Unseen the modest were supplied | N2 |
Her constant pity fed the poor | O2 |
Then only poor indeed the day she died | N2 |
And oh for this while sculpture decks thy shrine | B2 |
And art exhausts profusion round | D2 |
The tribute of a tear be mine | B2 |
A simple song a sigh profound | D2 |
There Faith shall come a pilgrim gray | P2 |
To bless the tomb that wraps thy clay | P2 |
And calm Religion shall repair | A2 |
To dwell a weeping hermit there | A2 |
Truth Fortitude and Friendship shall agree | H |
To blend their virtues while they think of thee | H |
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AIR CHORUS POMPOSO | Y |
Let us let all the world agree | H |
To profit by resembling thee | H |
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PART II | F2 |
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OVERTURE PASTORALE | P2 |
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MAN SPEAKER | F |
FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent stream | Q2 |
Reflects new glories on his breast | W |
Where splendid as the youthful poet's dream | Q2 |
He forms a scene beyond Elysium blest | W |
Where sculptur'd elegance and native grace | Y |
Unite to stamp the beauties of the place | Y |
While sweetly blending still are seen | R2 |
The wavy lawn the sloping green | R2 |
While novelty with cautious cunning | V |
Through ev'ry maze of fancy running | V |
From China borrows aid to deck the scene | R2 |
There sorrowing by the river's glassy bed | S2 |
Forlorn a rural bard complain'd | T2 |
All whom Augusta's bounty fed | S2 |
All whom her clemency sustain'd | T2 |
The good old sire unconscious of decay | P2 |
The modest matron clad in homespun gray | P2 |
The military boy the orphan'd maid | U2 |
The shatter'd veteran now first dismay'd | U2 |
These sadly join beside the murmuring deep | V2 |
And as they view | W2 |
The towers of Kew | W2 |
Call on their mistress now no more and weep | V2 |
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CHORUS AFFETTUOSO LARGO | Y |
Ye shady walks ye waving greens | Y |
Ye nodding towers ye fairy scenes | Y |
Let all your echoes now deplore | E2 |
That she who form'd your beauties is no more | E2 |
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MAN SPEAKER | F |
First of the train the patient rustic came | K |
Whose callous hand had form'd the scene | R2 |
Bending at once with sorrow and with age | G2 |
With many a tear and many a sigh between | R2 |
'And where ' he cried 'shall now my babes have bread | S2 |
Or how shall age support its feeble fire | F |
No lord will take me now my vigour fled | S2 |
Nor can my strength perform what they require | F |
Each grudging master keeps the labourer bare | A2 |
A sleek and idle race is all their care | A2 |
My noble mistress thought not so | Y |
Her bounty like the morning dew | W2 |
Unseen though constant used to flow | Y |
And as my strength decay'd her bounty grew ' | - |
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WOMAN SPEAKER | F |
In decent dress and coarsely clean | R2 |
The pious matron next was seen | R2 |
Clasp'd in her hand a godly book was borne | P |
By use and daily meditation worn | P |
That decent dress this holy guide | N2 |
Augusta's care had well supplied | N2 |
'And ah ' she cries all woe begone | P |
'What now remains for me | H |
Oh where shall weeping want repair | A2 |
To ask for charity | H |
Too late in life for me to ask | X2 |
And shame prevents the deed | Y2 |
And tardy tardy are the times | Y |
To succour should I need | Y2 |
But all my wants before I spoke | Z2 |
Were to my Mistress known | P |
She still reliev'd nor sought my praise | Y |
Contented with her own | P |
But ev'ry day her name I'll bless | Y |
My morning prayer my evening song | A3 |
I'll praise her while my life shall last | B3 |
A life that cannot last me long ' | - |
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SONG BY A WOMAN | P |
Each day each hour her name I'll bless | Y |
My morning and my evening song | A3 |
And when in death my vows shall cease | Y |
My children shall the note prolong | A3 |
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MAN SPEAKER | F |
The hardy veteran after struck the sight | S |
Scarr'd mangled maim'd in every part | C3 |
Lopp'd of his limbs in many a gallant fight | S |
In nought entire except his heart | C3 |
Mute for a while and sullenly distress'd | W |
At last the impetuous sorrow fir'd his breast | W |
'Wild is the whirlwind rolling | V |
O'er Afric's sandy plain | P |
And wild the tempest howling | V |
Along the billow'd main | P |
But every danger felt before | E2 |
The raging deep the whirlwind's roar | E2 |
Less dreadful struck me with dismay | P2 |
Than what I feel this fatal day | P2 |
Oh let me fly a land that spurns the brave | D3 |
Oswego's dreary shores shall be my grave | D3 |
I'll seek that less inhospitable coast | E3 |
And lay my body where my limbs were lost ' | - |
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SONG BY A MAN BASSO SPIRITOSO | Y |
Old Edward's sons unknown to yield | F3 |
Shall crowd from Crecy's laurell'd field | F3 |
To do thy memory right | S |
For thine and Britain's wrongs they feel | P2 |
Again they snatch the gleamy steel | P2 |
And wish the avenging fight | S |
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WOMAN SPEAKER | F |
In innocence and youth complaining | V |
Next appear'd a lovely maid | U2 |
Affliction o'er each feature reigning | V |
Kindly came in beauty's aid | U2 |
Every grace that grief dispenses | Y |
Every glance that warms the soul | P2 |
In sweet succession charmed the senses | Y |
While pity harmonized the whole | P2 |
'The garland of beauty' 'tis thus she would say | Y |
'No more shall my crook or my temples adorn | P |
I'll not wear a garland Augusta's away | Y |
I'll not wear a garland until she return | P |
But alas that return I never shall see | Y |
The echoes of Thames shall my sorrows proclaim | K |
There promised a lover to come but O me | Y |
'Twas death 'twas the death of my mistress that came | K |
But ever for ever her image shall last | B3 |
I'll strip all the spring of its earliest bloom | N |
On her grave shall the cowslip and primrose be cast | B3 |
And the new blossomed thorn shall whiten her tomb ' | - |
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SONG BY A WOMAN PASTORALE | P2 |
With garlands of beauty the queen of the May | Y |
No more will her crook or her temples adorn | P |
For who'd wear a garland when she is away | Y |
When she is remov'd and shall never return | P |
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On the grave of Augusta these garlands be plac'd | G3 |
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom | N |
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast | B3 |
And the new blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tomb | N |
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CHORUS ALTRO MODO | B3 |
On the grave of Augusta this garland be plac'd | B3 |
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom | N |
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast | B3 |
And the tears of her country shall water her tomb | N |
Oliver Goldsmith
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