Epistle To A Young Clergyman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCCDCD EEEFEF GHHIJK LLLMLM NNNONO OOOPOP QQQRQR OOOSOS TTTUTU OOOQOQ MMMAMA VWWDXD OOOSOS DDDSDS MMMYMY OOOOOO| Study to show thyself approved unto God a workman that needeth not to | A |
| be ashamed rightly dividing the word of truth TIMOTHY ii | B |
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| My youthful brother oft I long | C |
| To write to you in prose or song | C |
| With no pretence to judgment strong | C |
| But warm affection | D |
| May truest friendship rivet long | C |
| Our close connection | D |
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| With deference what I impart | E |
| Receive with humble grateful heart | E |
| Nor proudly from my counsel start | E |
| I only lend it | F |
| A friend ne'er aims a poisoned dart | E |
| He wounds to mend it | F |
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| A graduate you've just been made | G |
| And lately passed the Mitred Head | H |
| I trust by the Blest Spirit led | H |
| And Shepherd's care | I |
| And not a wolf in sheepskin clad | J |
| As numbers are | K |
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| The greatest office you sustain | L |
| For love of souls and not of gain | L |
| Through your neglect should one be slain | L |
| The Scriptures say | M |
| Your careless hands his blood will stain | L |
| On the Last Day | M |
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| But if pure truths like virgin snows | N |
| You loud proclaim to friends and foes | N |
| Consoling these deterring those | N |
| To heaven you'll fly | O |
| Though stubborn sinners still oppose | N |
| And graceless die | O |
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| Divide the word of truth aright | O |
| Show Jesus in a saving light | O |
| Proclaim to all they're dead outright | O |
| Till Grace restore them | P |
| The great Redeemer full in sight | O |
| Keep still before them | P |
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| Dare not like some to mince the matter | Q |
| Nor dazzling tropes and figures scatter | Q |
| Nor coarsely speak nor basely flatter | Q |
| Nor grovelling go | R |
| But let plain truths as Life's pure water | Q |
| Pellucid flow | R |
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| The sinner level with the dead | O |
| The Lamb exalt the Church's Head | O |
| His holiness adoring spread | O |
| With godly zeal | S |
| Enforce though sinless how He bled | O |
| For sinners' weal | S |
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| Pourtray how God in thunder spoke | T |
| His fiery Law whilst curling smoke | T |
| In terror fierce from Sinai broke | T |
| Midst raging flame | U |
| Then Jesu's milder blood invoke | T |
| And preach His name | U |
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| Remember still to fear the Lord | O |
| To live as well as preach His word | O |
| And wield the Gospel's two edged sword | O |
| Though dangers lower | Q |
| Example only can afford | O |
| To precept power | Q |
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| And dress nor slovenly nor gay | M |
| Nor sternly act nor trifling play | M |
| Still keep the golden middle way | M |
| Whate'er betide you | A |
| And ne'er through giddy pleasures stray | M |
| Though fools deride you | A |
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| As wily serpent ever prove | V |
| Yet harmless as the turtle dove | W |
| Still winning souls by guileful love | W |
| And deep invention | D |
| So once the great Apostle strove | X |
| With good intention | D |
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| And inly to thyself take heed | O |
| Oft prove your heart its pages read | O |
| Self knowledge will in time of need | O |
| Your wants supply | S |
| Who knows himself from dangers freed | O |
| Where'er he lie | S |
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| So God will own the labours done | D |
| Approving see His honoured Son | D |
| And honoured Law and numbers won | D |
| Of souls immortal | S |
| Through grace will onward conquering run | D |
| To heaven's bright portal | S |
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| And on that last and greatest day | M |
| When heaven and earth shall pass away | M |
| A perfect band in bright array | M |
| Will form your crown | Y |
| Your joys triumphant wide display | M |
| And sorrows drown | Y |
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| And now farewell my youthful friend | O |
| Excuse these lines in candour penned | O |
| To me as freely counsel lend | O |
| With zeal as fervent | O |
| For you will pray till life does end | O |
| Your humble servant | O |
Patrick Bronte
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