To His Honour The Lieutenant-governor, On The Death Of His Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEAFGGHHIIJJKL MNOOPPQQRRCCSSTTBBCU HHVV

All Conquering Death by thy resistless pow'rA
Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no moreB
Of scenes terrestrial how the glories flyC
Forget their splendors and submit to dieC
Who ere escap'd thee but the saint of oldD
Beyond the flood in sacred annals toldD
And the great sage whom fiery coursers drewE
To heav'n's bright portals from Elisha's viewE
Wond'ring he gaz'd at the refulgent carA
Then snatch'd the mantle floating on the airF
From Death these only could exemption boastG
And without dying gain'd th' immortal coastG
Not falling millions sate the tyrant's mindH
Nor can the victor's progress be confin'dH
But cease thy strife with Death fond Nature ceaseI
He leads the virtuous to the realms of peaceI
His to conduct to the immortal plainsJ
Where heav'n's Supreme in bliss and glory reignsJ
There sits illustrious Sir thy beauteous spouseK
A gem blaz'd circle beaming on her browsL
Hail'd with acclaim among the heav'nly choirsM
Her soul new kindling with seraphic firesN
To notes divine she tunes the vocal stringsO
While heav'n's high concave with the music ringsO
Virtue's rewards can mortal pencil paintP
No all descriptive arts and eloquence are faintP
Nor canst thou Oliver assent refuseQ
To heav'nly tidings from the Afric museQ
As soon may change thy laws eternal fateR
As the saint miss the glories I relateR
Or her Benevolence forgotten lieC
Which wip'd the trick'ling tear from Misry's eyeC
Whene'er the adverse winds were known to blowS
When loss to loss ensu'd and woe to woeS
Calm and serene beneath her father's handT
She sat resign'd to the divine commandT
No longer then great Sir her death deploreB
And let us hear the mournful sigh no moreB
Restrain the sorrow streaming from thine eyeC
Be all thy future moments crown'd with joyU
Nor let thy wishes be to earth confin'dH
But soaring high pursue th' unbodied mindH
Forgive the muse forgive th' advent'rous laysV
That fain thy soul to heav'nly scenes would raiseV

Phillis Wheatley



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about To His Honour The Lieutenant-governor, On The Death Of His Lady poem by Phillis Wheatley


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 1 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets