A Hymn To The Name And Honour Of The Admirable Saint Teresa Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Love thou are absolute sole lordA
Of life and death To prove the wordB
We'll now appeal to none of allC
Those thy old soldiers great and tallC
Ripe men of martyrdom that could reach downD
With strong arms their triumphant crownD
Such as could with lusty breathE
Speak loud into the face of deathE
Their great Lord's glorious name to noneF
Of those whose spacious bosoms spread a throneG
For love at large to fill spare blood and sweatH
And see him take a private seatI
Making his mansion in the mildJ
And milky soul of a soft childJ
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Scarce has she learn'd to lisp the nameK
Of martyr yet she thinks it shameK
Life should so long play with that breathE
Which spent can buy so brave a deathE
She never undertook to knowL
What death with love should have to doM
Nor has she e'er yet understoodN
Why to show love she should shed bloodO
Yet though she cannot tell you whyP
She can love and she can dieP
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Scarce has she blood enough to makeQ
A guilty sword blush for her sakeQ
Yet has she'a heart dares hope to proveR
How much less strong is death than loveS
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Be love but there let poor six yearsT
Be pos'd with the maturest fearsT
Man trembles at you straight shall findU
Love knows no nonage nor the mindU
'Tis love not years or limbs that canV
Make the martyr or the manV
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Love touch'd her heart and lo it beatsW
High and burns with such brave heatsW
Such thirsts to die as dares drink upX
A thousand cold deaths in one cupX
Good reason for she breathes all fireY
Her weak breast heaves with strong desireY
Of what she may with fruitless wishesZ
Seek for amongst her mother's kissesA2
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Since 'tis not to be had at homeB2
She'll travel to a martyrdomC2
No home for hers confesses sheD2
But where she may a martyr beD2
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She'll to the Moors and trade with themE2
For this unvalued diademE2
She'll offer them her dearest breathE
With Christ's name in 't in change for deathE
She'll bargain with them and will giveF2
Them God teach them how to liveG2
In him or if they this denyP
For him she'll teach them how to dieP
So shall she leave amongst them sownG
Her Lord's blood or at least her ownG
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Farewell then all the world adieuM
Teresa is no more for youM
Farewell all pleasures sports and joysH2
Never till now esteemed toysH2
Farewell whatever dear may beD2
Mother's arms or father's kneeD2
Farewell house and farewell homeB2
She's for the Moors and martyrdomC2
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Sweet not so fast lo thy fair spouseI2
Whom thou seek'st with so swift vowsJ2
Calls thee back and bids thee comeC2
T' embrace a milder martyrdomC2
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Blest powers forbid thy tender lifeK2
Should bleed upon a barbarous knifeK2
Or some base hand have power to raseL2
Thy breast's chaste cabinet and uncaseL2
A soul kept there so sweet oh noL
Wise Heav'n will never have it soL
Thou art Love's victim and must dieP
A death more mystical and highP
Into Love's arms thou shalt let fallC
A still surviving funeralM2
He is the dart must make the deathE
Whose stroke shall taste thy hallow'd breathE
A dart thrice dipp'd in that rich flameK
Which writes thy spouse's radiant nameK
Upon the roof of heav'n where ayeP
It shines and with a sovereign rayN2
Beats bright upon the burning facesL2
Of souls which in that name's sweet gracesL2
Find everlasting smiles So rareO2
So spiritual pure and fairO2
Must be th' immortal instrumentP2
Upon whose choice point shall be sentQ2
A life so lov'd and that there beD2
Fit executioners for theeD2
The fair'st and first born sons of fireY
Blest Seraphim shall leave their quireR2
And turn Love's soldiers upon theeD2
To exercise their archeryD2
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Oh how oft shalt thou complainS2
Of a sweet and subtle painS2
Of intolerable joysL2
Of a death in which who diesL2
Loves his death and dies againT2
And would forever so be slainS2
And lives and dies and knows not whyP
To live but that he thus may never leave to dieP
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How kindly will thy gentle heartU2
Kiss the sweetly killing dartU2
And close in his embraces keepV2
Those delicious wounds that weepV2
Balsam to heal themselves with ThusL2
When these thy deaths so numerousL2
Shall all at last die into oneF
And melt thy soul's sweet mansionF
Like a soft lump of incense hastedU2
By too hot a fire and wastedU2
Into perfuming clouds so fastU2
Shalt thou exhale to Heav'n at lastU2
In a resolving sigh and thenT2
O what Ask not the tongues of menT2
Angels cannot tell sufficeL2
Thyself shall feel thine own full joysL2
And hold them fast forever ThereO2
So soon as thou shalt first appearW2
The moon of maiden stars thy whiteU2
Mistress attended by such brightU2
Souls as thy shining self shall comeC2
And in her first ranks make thee roomX2
Where 'mongst her snowy familyD2
Immortal welcomes wait for theeD2
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O what delight when reveal'd Life shall standU2
And teach thy lips heav'n with his handU2
On which thou now mayst to thy wishesL2
Heap up thy consecrated kissesL2
What joys shall seize thy soul when sheD2
Bending her blessed eyes on theeD2
Those second smiles of heav'n shall dartU2
Her mild rays through thy melting heartU2
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Angels thy old friends there shall greet theeD2
Glad at their own home now to meet theeD2
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All thy good works which went beforeY2
And waited for thee at the doorY2
Shall own thee there and all in oneF
Weave a constellationF
Of crowns with which the King thy spouseL2
Shall build up thy triumphant browsL2
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All thy old woes shall now smile on theeD2
And thy pains sit bright upon theeD2
All thy sorrows here shall shineZ2
All thy suff'rings be divineZ2
Tears shall take comfort and turn gemsL2
And wrongs repent to diademsL2
Ev'n thy deaths shall live and newM
Dress the soul that erst they slewM
Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scarsL2
As keep account of the Lamb's warsL2
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Those rare works where thou shalt leave writU2
Love's noble history with witU2
Taught thee by none but him while hereA3
They feed our souls shall clothe thine thereO2
Each heav'nly word by whose hid flameK
Our hard hearts shall strike fire the sameK
Shall flourish on thy brows and beD2
Both fire to us and flame to theeD2
Whose light shall live bright in thy faceL2
By glory in our hearts by graceL2
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Thou shalt look round about and seeD2
Thousands of crown'd souls throng to beD2
Themselves thy crown sons of thy vowsL2
The virgin births with which thy sovereign spouseL2
Made fruitful thy fair soul go nowB3
And with them all about thee bowB3
To him Put on he'll say put onC3
My rosy love that thy rich zoneG
Sparkling with the sacred flamesL2
Of thousand souls whose happy namesL2
Heav'n keeps upon thy score Thy brightU2
Life brought them first to kiss the lightU2
That kindled them to stars And soL2
Thou with the Lamb thy Lord shalt goL2
And wheresoe'er he sets his whiteU2
Steps walk with him those ways of lightU2
Which who in death would live to seeD2
Must learn in life to die like theeD2

Richard Crashaw



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