Threnodia Augustalis: Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALESA
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OVERTURE A SOLEMN DIRGE AIR TRIOB
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Arise ye sons of worth ariseC
And waken every note of woeB
When truth and virtue reach the skiesC
'Tis ours to weep the want belowB
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CHORUSD
When truth and virtue etcE
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MAN SPEAKERF
The praise attending pomp and powerF
The incense given to kingsG
Are but the trappings of an hourF
Mere transitory thingsG
The base bestow them but the good agreeH
To spurn the venal gifts as flatteryH
But when to pomp and power are join'dI
An equal dignity of mindJ
When titles are the smallest claimK
When wealth and rank and noble bloodL
But aid the power of doing goodM
Then all their trophies last and flattery turns to fameK
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Bless'd spirit thou whose fame just born to bloomN
Shall spread and flourish from the tombN
How hast thou left mankind for heavenO
Even now reproach and faction mournP
And wondering how their rage was borneP
Request to be forgivenO
Alas they never had thy hateQ
Unmov'd in conscious rectitudeR
Thy towering mind self centred stoodM
Nor wanted man's opinion to be greatQ
In vain to charm thy ravish'd sightS
A thousand gifts would fortune sendT
In vain to drive thee from the rightS
A thousand sorrows urg'd thy endT
Like some well fashion'd arch thy patience stoodM
And purchas'd strength from its increasing loadU
Pain met thee like a friend that set thee freeH
Affliction still is virtue's opportunityH
Virtue on herself relyingV
Ev'ry passion hush'd to restW
Loses ev'ry pain of dyingV
In the hopes of being blestW
Ev'ry added pang she suffersX
Some increasing good bestowsY
Ev'ry shock that malice offersX
Only rocks her to reposeY
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SONG BY A MAN AFFETTUOSOY
Virtue on herself relyingV
Ev'ry passion hush'd to restW
Loses ev'ry pain of dyingV
In the hopes of being blestW
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Ev'ry added pang she suffersY
Some increasing good bestowsY
Ev'ry shock that malice offersY
Only rocks her to reposeY
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WOMAN SPEAKERF
Yet ah what terrors frowned upon her fateQ
Death with its formidable bandZ
Fever and pain and pale consumptive careA2
Determin'd took their standZ
Nor did the cruel ravagers designB2
To finish all their efforts at a blowB
But mischievously slowB
They robb'd the relic and defac'd the shrineB2
With unavailing griefC2
Despairing of reliefC2
Her weeping children roundD2
Beheld each hourF
Death's growing powerF
And trembled as he frown'dD2
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As helpless friends who view from shoreE2
The labouring ship and hear the tempest roarE2
While winds and waves their wishes crossY
They stood while hope and comfort failF2
Not to assist but to bewailF2
The inevitable lossY
Relentless tyrant at thy callF2
How do the good the virtuous fallF2
Truth beauty worth and all that most engageG2
But wake thy vengeance and provoke thy rageG2
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SONG BY A MAN BASSO STACCATO SPIRITOSOY
When vice my dart and scythe supplyF2
How great a king of terrors IF2
If folly fraud your hearts engageG2
Tremble ye mortals at my rageG2
Fall round me fall ye little thingsY
Ye statesmen warriors poets kingsY
If virtue fail her counsel sageG2
Tremble ye mortals at my rageG2
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MAN SPEAKERF
Yet let that wisdom urged by her exampleF2
Teach us to estimate what all must sufferF
Let us prize death as the best gift of natureF
As a safe inn where weary travellersY
When they have journeyed through a world of caresY
May put off life and be at rest for everF
Groans weeping friends indeed and gloomy sablesY
May oft distract us with their sad solemnityH
The preparation is the executionerF
Death when unmasked shows me a friendly faceY
And is a terror only at a distanceY
For as the line of life conducts me onH2
To Death's great court the prospect seems more fairA2
'Tis Nature's kind retreat that's always openO
To take us in when we have drained the cupI2
Of life or worn our days to wretchednessY
In that secure serene retreatJ2
Where all the humble all the greatQ
Promiscuously reclineB2
Where wildly huddled to the eyeF2
The beggar's pouch and prince's purple lieF2
May every bliss be thineB2
And ah bless'd spirit wheresoe'er thy flightS
Through rolling worlds or fields of liquid lightS
May cherubs welcome their expected guestW
May saints with songs receive thee to their restW
May peace that claimed while here thy warmest loveK2
May blissful endless peace be thine aboveK2
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SONG BY A WOMAN AMOROSOY
Lovely lasting Peace belowY
Comforter of every woeY
Heav'nly born and bred on highF2
To crown the favourites of the skyF2
Lovely lasting Peace appearL2
This world itself if thou art hereM2
Is once again with Eden blestW
And man contains it in his breastW
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WOMAN SPEAKERF
Our vows are heard Long long to mortal eyesY
Her soul was fitting to its kindred skiesY
Celestial like her bounty fellF2
Where modest want and patient sorrow dwellF2
Want pass'd for merit at her doorE2
Unseen the modest were suppliedN2
Her constant pity fed the poorO2
Then only poor indeed the day she diedN2
And oh for this while sculpture decks thy shrineB2
And art exhausts profusion roundD2
The tribute of a tear be mineB2
A simple song a sigh profoundD2
There Faith shall come a pilgrim grayP2
To bless the tomb that wraps thy clayP2
And calm Religion shall repairA2
To dwell a weeping hermit thereA2
Truth Fortitude and Friendship shall agreeH
To blend their virtues while they think of theeH
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AIR CHORUS POMPOSOY
Let us let all the world agreeH
To profit by resembling theeH
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PART IIF2
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OVERTURE PASTORALEP2
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MAN SPEAKERF
FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent streamQ2
Reflects new glories on his breastW
Where splendid as the youthful poet's dreamQ2
He forms a scene beyond Elysium blestW
Where sculptur'd elegance and native graceY
Unite to stamp the beauties of the placeY
While sweetly blending still are seenR2
The wavy lawn the sloping greenR2
While novelty with cautious cunningV
Through ev'ry maze of fancy runningV
From China borrows aid to deck the sceneR2
There sorrowing by the river's glassy bedS2
Forlorn a rural bard complain'dT2
All whom Augusta's bounty fedS2
All whom her clemency sustain'dT2
The good old sire unconscious of decayP2
The modest matron clad in homespun grayP2
The military boy the orphan'd maidU2
The shatter'd veteran now first dismay'dU2
These sadly join beside the murmuring deepV2
And as they viewW2
The towers of KewW2
Call on their mistress now no more and weepV2
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CHORUS AFFETTUOSO LARGOY
Ye shady walks ye waving greensY
Ye nodding towers ye fairy scenesY
Let all your echoes now deploreE2
That she who form'd your beauties is no moreE2
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MAN SPEAKERF
First of the train the patient rustic cameK
Whose callous hand had form'd the sceneR2
Bending at once with sorrow and with ageG2
With many a tear and many a sigh betweenR2
'And where ' he cried 'shall now my babes have breadS2
Or how shall age support its feeble fireF
No lord will take me now my vigour fledS2
Nor can my strength perform what they requireF
Each grudging master keeps the labourer bareA2
A sleek and idle race is all their careA2
My noble mistress thought not soY
Her bounty like the morning dewW2
Unseen though constant used to flowY
And as my strength decay'd her bounty grew '-
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WOMAN SPEAKERF
In decent dress and coarsely cleanR2
The pious matron next was seenR2
Clasp'd in her hand a godly book was borneP
By use and daily meditation wornP
That decent dress this holy guideN2
Augusta's care had well suppliedN2
'And ah ' she cries all woe begoneP
'What now remains for meH
Oh where shall weeping want repairA2
To ask for charityH
Too late in life for me to askX2
And shame prevents the deedY2
And tardy tardy are the timesY
To succour should I needY2
But all my wants before I spokeZ2
Were to my Mistress knownP
She still reliev'd nor sought my praiseY
Contented with her ownP
But ev'ry day her name I'll blessY
My morning prayer my evening songA3
I'll praise her while my life shall lastB3
A life that cannot last me long '-
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SONG BY A WOMANP
Each day each hour her name I'll blessY
My morning and my evening songA3
And when in death my vows shall ceaseY
My children shall the note prolongA3
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MAN SPEAKERF
The hardy veteran after struck the sightS
Scarr'd mangled maim'd in every partC3
Lopp'd of his limbs in many a gallant fightS
In nought entire except his heartC3
Mute for a while and sullenly distress'dW
At last the impetuous sorrow fir'd his breastW
'Wild is the whirlwind rollingV
O'er Afric's sandy plainP
And wild the tempest howlingV
Along the billow'd mainP
But every danger felt beforeE2
The raging deep the whirlwind's roarE2
Less dreadful struck me with dismayP2
Than what I feel this fatal dayP2
Oh let me fly a land that spurns the braveD3
Oswego's dreary shores shall be my graveD3
I'll seek that less inhospitable coastE3
And lay my body where my limbs were lost '-
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SONG BY A MAN BASSO SPIRITOSOY
Old Edward's sons unknown to yieldF3
Shall crowd from Crecy's laurell'd fieldF3
To do thy memory rightS
For thine and Britain's wrongs they feelP2
Again they snatch the gleamy steelP2
And wish the avenging fightS
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WOMAN SPEAKERF
In innocence and youth complainingV
Next appear'd a lovely maidU2
Affliction o'er each feature reigningV
Kindly came in beauty's aidU2
Every grace that grief dispensesY
Every glance that warms the soulP2
In sweet succession charmed the sensesY
While pity harmonized the wholeP2
'The garland of beauty' 'tis thus she would sayY
'No more shall my crook or my temples adornP
I'll not wear a garland Augusta's awayY
I'll not wear a garland until she returnP
But alas that return I never shall seeY
The echoes of Thames shall my sorrows proclaimK
There promised a lover to come but O meY
'Twas death 'twas the death of my mistress that cameK
But ever for ever her image shall lastB3
I'll strip all the spring of its earliest bloomN
On her grave shall the cowslip and primrose be castB3
And the new blossomed thorn shall whiten her tomb '-
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SONG BY A WOMAN PASTORALEP2
With garlands of beauty the queen of the MayY
No more will her crook or her temples adornP
For who'd wear a garland when she is awayY
When she is remov'd and shall never returnP
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On the grave of Augusta these garlands be plac'dG3
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloomN
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be castB3
And the new blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tombN
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CHORUS ALTRO MODOB3
On the grave of Augusta this garland be plac'dB3
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloomN
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be castB3
And the tears of her country shall water her tombN

Oliver Goldsmith



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