A Hymn To The Name And Honour Of The Admirable Saint Teresa Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFGHIJJ KKEELMNOPP QQRS TTUUVV WWXXYYZA2 B2C2D2D2 E2E2EEF2G2PPGG MMH2H2D2D2B2C2 I2J2C2C2 K2K2L2L2LLPPCM2EEKKP N2L2L2O2O2P2Q2D2D2YR 2D2D2 S2S2L2L2T2S2PP U2U2V2V2L2L2FFU2U2U2 U2T2T2L2L2O2W2U2U2C2 X2D2D2 U2U2L2L2D2D2U2U2 D2D2 Y2Y2FFL2L2 D2D2Z2Z2L2L2MML2L2 U2U2A3O2KKD2D2L2L2 D2D2L2L2B3B3C3GL2L2U 2U2L2L2U2U2D2D2Love thou are absolute sole lord | A |
Of life and death To prove the word | B |
We'll now appeal to none of all | C |
Those thy old soldiers great and tall | C |
Ripe men of martyrdom that could reach down | D |
With strong arms their triumphant crown | D |
Such as could with lusty breath | E |
Speak loud into the face of death | E |
Their great Lord's glorious name to none | F |
Of those whose spacious bosoms spread a throne | G |
For love at large to fill spare blood and sweat | H |
And see him take a private seat | I |
Making his mansion in the mild | J |
And milky soul of a soft child | J |
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Scarce has she learn'd to lisp the name | K |
Of martyr yet she thinks it shame | K |
Life should so long play with that breath | E |
Which spent can buy so brave a death | E |
She never undertook to know | L |
What death with love should have to do | M |
Nor has she e'er yet understood | N |
Why to show love she should shed blood | O |
Yet though she cannot tell you why | P |
She can love and she can die | P |
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Scarce has she blood enough to make | Q |
A guilty sword blush for her sake | Q |
Yet has she'a heart dares hope to prove | R |
How much less strong is death than love | S |
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Be love but there let poor six years | T |
Be pos'd with the maturest fears | T |
Man trembles at you straight shall find | U |
Love knows no nonage nor the mind | U |
'Tis love not years or limbs that can | V |
Make the martyr or the man | V |
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Love touch'd her heart and lo it beats | W |
High and burns with such brave heats | W |
Such thirsts to die as dares drink up | X |
A thousand cold deaths in one cup | X |
Good reason for she breathes all fire | Y |
Her weak breast heaves with strong desire | Y |
Of what she may with fruitless wishes | Z |
Seek for amongst her mother's kisses | A2 |
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Since 'tis not to be had at home | B2 |
She'll travel to a martyrdom | C2 |
No home for hers confesses she | D2 |
But where she may a martyr be | D2 |
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She'll to the Moors and trade with them | E2 |
For this unvalued diadem | E2 |
She'll offer them her dearest breath | E |
With Christ's name in 't in change for death | E |
She'll bargain with them and will give | F2 |
Them God teach them how to live | G2 |
In him or if they this deny | P |
For him she'll teach them how to die | P |
So shall she leave amongst them sown | G |
Her Lord's blood or at least her own | G |
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Farewell then all the world adieu | M |
Teresa is no more for you | M |
Farewell all pleasures sports and joys | H2 |
Never till now esteemed toys | H2 |
Farewell whatever dear may be | D2 |
Mother's arms or father's knee | D2 |
Farewell house and farewell home | B2 |
She's for the Moors and martyrdom | C2 |
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Sweet not so fast lo thy fair spouse | I2 |
Whom thou seek'st with so swift vows | J2 |
Calls thee back and bids thee come | C2 |
T' embrace a milder martyrdom | C2 |
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Blest powers forbid thy tender life | K2 |
Should bleed upon a barbarous knife | K2 |
Or some base hand have power to rase | L2 |
Thy breast's chaste cabinet and uncase | L2 |
A soul kept there so sweet oh no | L |
Wise Heav'n will never have it so | L |
Thou art Love's victim and must die | P |
A death more mystical and high | P |
Into Love's arms thou shalt let fall | C |
A still surviving funeral | M2 |
He is the dart must make the death | E |
Whose stroke shall taste thy hallow'd breath | E |
A dart thrice dipp'd in that rich flame | K |
Which writes thy spouse's radiant name | K |
Upon the roof of heav'n where aye | P |
It shines and with a sovereign ray | N2 |
Beats bright upon the burning faces | L2 |
Of souls which in that name's sweet graces | L2 |
Find everlasting smiles So rare | O2 |
So spiritual pure and fair | O2 |
Must be th' immortal instrument | P2 |
Upon whose choice point shall be sent | Q2 |
A life so lov'd and that there be | D2 |
Fit executioners for thee | D2 |
The fair'st and first born sons of fire | Y |
Blest Seraphim shall leave their quire | R2 |
And turn Love's soldiers upon thee | D2 |
To exercise their archery | D2 |
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Oh how oft shalt thou complain | S2 |
Of a sweet and subtle pain | S2 |
Of intolerable joys | L2 |
Of a death in which who dies | L2 |
Loves his death and dies again | T2 |
And would forever so be slain | S2 |
And lives and dies and knows not why | P |
To live but that he thus may never leave to die | P |
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How kindly will thy gentle heart | U2 |
Kiss the sweetly killing dart | U2 |
And close in his embraces keep | V2 |
Those delicious wounds that weep | V2 |
Balsam to heal themselves with Thus | L2 |
When these thy deaths so numerous | L2 |
Shall all at last die into one | F |
And melt thy soul's sweet mansion | F |
Like a soft lump of incense hasted | U2 |
By too hot a fire and wasted | U2 |
Into perfuming clouds so fast | U2 |
Shalt thou exhale to Heav'n at last | U2 |
In a resolving sigh and then | T2 |
O what Ask not the tongues of men | T2 |
Angels cannot tell suffice | L2 |
Thyself shall feel thine own full joys | L2 |
And hold them fast forever There | O2 |
So soon as thou shalt first appear | W2 |
The moon of maiden stars thy white | U2 |
Mistress attended by such bright | U2 |
Souls as thy shining self shall come | C2 |
And in her first ranks make thee room | X2 |
Where 'mongst her snowy family | D2 |
Immortal welcomes wait for thee | D2 |
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O what delight when reveal'd Life shall stand | U2 |
And teach thy lips heav'n with his hand | U2 |
On which thou now mayst to thy wishes | L2 |
Heap up thy consecrated kisses | L2 |
What joys shall seize thy soul when she | D2 |
Bending her blessed eyes on thee | D2 |
Those second smiles of heav'n shall dart | U2 |
Her mild rays through thy melting heart | U2 |
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Angels thy old friends there shall greet thee | D2 |
Glad at their own home now to meet thee | D2 |
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All thy good works which went before | Y2 |
And waited for thee at the door | Y2 |
Shall own thee there and all in one | F |
Weave a constellation | F |
Of crowns with which the King thy spouse | L2 |
Shall build up thy triumphant brows | L2 |
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All thy old woes shall now smile on thee | D2 |
And thy pains sit bright upon thee | D2 |
All thy sorrows here shall shine | Z2 |
All thy suff'rings be divine | Z2 |
Tears shall take comfort and turn gems | L2 |
And wrongs repent to diadems | L2 |
Ev'n thy deaths shall live and new | M |
Dress the soul that erst they slew | M |
Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scars | L2 |
As keep account of the Lamb's wars | L2 |
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Those rare works where thou shalt leave writ | U2 |
Love's noble history with wit | U2 |
Taught thee by none but him while here | A3 |
They feed our souls shall clothe thine there | O2 |
Each heav'nly word by whose hid flame | K |
Our hard hearts shall strike fire the same | K |
Shall flourish on thy brows and be | D2 |
Both fire to us and flame to thee | D2 |
Whose light shall live bright in thy face | L2 |
By glory in our hearts by grace | L2 |
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Thou shalt look round about and see | D2 |
Thousands of crown'd souls throng to be | D2 |
Themselves thy crown sons of thy vows | L2 |
The virgin births with which thy sovereign spouse | L2 |
Made fruitful thy fair soul go now | B3 |
And with them all about thee bow | B3 |
To him Put on he'll say put on | C3 |
My rosy love that thy rich zone | G |
Sparkling with the sacred flames | L2 |
Of thousand souls whose happy names | L2 |
Heav'n keeps upon thy score Thy bright | U2 |
Life brought them first to kiss the light | U2 |
That kindled them to stars And so | L2 |
Thou with the Lamb thy Lord shalt go | L2 |
And wheresoe'er he sets his white | U2 |
Steps walk with him those ways of light | U2 |
Which who in death would live to see | D2 |
Must learn in life to die like thee | D2 |
Richard Crashaw
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