Amarantha. A Pastorall Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFDDCCGGHH GGIJGGGGKKCCGGFFGGDL HHMMGGMNOOPQCCMMFFRS FFFFGGTUMMGGFMFFNNLL FFGGUVMMFFMMWWMMGFNN FFGGGGCCXXFFFFMMCCMM GGYYCCFFFFZZCCHHLLGG HHCCGGZZFFCCFFYYFFGG MMFFFFMMMMGGLMGGGGMM MMFLFFGGYYFFMMFFFFZZ A2A2MMFFGGGGRRHHZZMM MMLLCCGC| Up with the jolly bird of light | A |
| Who sounds his third retreat to night | A |
| Faire Amarantha from her bed | B |
| Ashamed starts and rises red | B |
| As the carnation mantled morne | C |
| Who now the blushing robe doth spurne | C |
| And puts on angry gray whilst she | D |
| The envy of a deity | D |
| Arayes her limbes too rich indeed | E |
| To be inshrin'd in such a weed | E |
| Yet lovely 'twas and strait but fit | F |
| Not made for her but she to it | F |
| By nature it sate close and free | D |
| As the just bark unto the tree | D |
| Unlike Love's martyrs of the towne | C |
| All day imprison'd in a gown | C |
| Who rackt in silke 'stead of a dresse | G |
| Are cloathed in a frame or presse | G |
| And with that liberty and room | H |
| The dead expatiate in a tombe | H |
| No cabinets with curious washes | G |
| Bladders and perfumed plashes | G |
| No venome temper'd water's here | I |
| Mercury is banished this sphere | J |
| Her payle's all this in which wet glasse | G |
| She both doth cleanse and view her face | G |
| Far hence all Iberian smells | G |
| Hot amulets Pomander spells | G |
| Fragrant gales cool ay'r the fresh | K |
| And naturall odour of her flesh | K |
| Proclaim her sweet from th' wombe as morne | C |
| Those colour'd things were made not borne | C |
| Which fixt within their narrow straits | G |
| Do looke like their own counterfeyts | G |
| So like the Provance rose she walkt | F |
| Flowerd with blush with verdure stalkt | F |
| Th' officious wind her loose hayre curles | G |
| The dewe her happy linnen purles | G |
| But wets a tresse which instantly | D |
| Sol with a crisping beame doth dry | L |
| Into the garden is she come | H |
| Love and delight's Elisium | H |
| If ever earth show'd all her store | M |
| View her discolourd budding floore | M |
| Here her glad eye she largely feedes | G |
| And stands 'mongst them as they 'mong weeds | G |
| The flowers in their best aray | M |
| As to their queen their tribute pay | N |
| And freely to her lap proscribe | O |
| A daughter out of ev'ry tribe | O |
| Thus as she moves they all bequeath | P |
| At once the incense of their breath | Q |
| The noble Heliotropian | C |
| Now turnes to her and knowes no sun | C |
| And as her glorious face doth vary | M |
| So opens loyall golden Mary | M |
| Who if but glanced from her sight | F |
| Straight shuts again as it were night | F |
| The violet else lost ith' heap | R |
| Doth spread fresh purple for each step | S |
| With whose humility possest | F |
| Sh' inthrones the Poore Girle in her breast | F |
| The July flow'r that hereto thriv'd | F |
| Knowing her self no longer liv'd | F |
| But for one look of her upheaves | G |
| Then 'stead of teares straight sheds her leaves | G |
| Now the rich robed Tulip who | T |
| Clad all in tissue close doth woe | U |
| Her sweet to th' eye but smelling sower | M |
| She gathers to adorn her bower | M |
| But the proud Hony suckle spreads | G |
| Like a pavilion her heads | G |
| Contemnes the wanting commonalty | F |
| That but to two ends usefull be | M |
| And to her lips thus aptly plac't | F |
| With smell and hue presents her tast | F |
| So all their due obedience pay | N |
| Each thronging to be in her way | N |
| Faire Amarantha with her eye | L |
| Thanks those that live which else would dye | L |
| The rest in silken fetters bound | F |
| By crowning her are crown and crown'd | F |
| And now the sun doth higher rise | G |
| Our Flora to the meadow hies | G |
| The poore distressed heifers low | U |
| And as sh' approacheth gently bow | V |
| Begging her charitable leasure | M |
| To strip them of their milkie treasure | M |
| Out of the yeomanry oth' heard | F |
| With grave aspect and feet prepar'd | F |
| A rev'rend lady cow drawes neare | M |
| Bids Amarantha welcome here | M |
| And from her privy purse lets fall | W |
| A pearle or two which seeme s to call | W |
| This adorn'd adored fayry | M |
| To the banquet of her dayry | M |
| Soft Amarantha weeps to see | G |
| 'Mongst men such inhumanitie | F |
| That those who do receive in hay | N |
| And pay in silver twice a day | N |
| Should by their cruell barb'rous theft | F |
| Be both of that and life bereft | F |
| But 'tis decreed when ere this dies | G |
| That she shall fall a sacrifice | G |
| Unto the gods since those that trace | G |
| Her stemme show 'tis a god like race | G |
| Descending in an even line | C |
| From heifers and from steeres divine | C |
| Making the honour'd extract full | X |
| In Io and Europa's bull | X |
| She was the largest goodliest beast | F |
| That ever mead or altar blest | F |
| Round w as her udder and more white | F |
| Then is the Milkie Way in night | F |
| Her full broad eye did sparkle fire | M |
| Her breath was sweet as kind desire | M |
| And in her beauteous crescent shone | C |
| Bright as the argent horned moone | C |
| But see this whiteness is obscure | M |
| Cynthia spotted she impure | M |
| Her body writheld and her eyes | G |
| Departing lights at obsequies | G |
| Her lowing hot to the fresh gale | Y |
| Her breath perfumes the field withall | Y |
| To those two suns that ever shine | C |
| To those plump parts she doth inshrine | C |
| To th' hovering snow of either hand | F |
| That love and cruelty command | F |
| After the breakfast on her teat | F |
| She takes her leave oth' mournfull neat | F |
| Who by her toucht now prizeth her life | Z |
| Worthy alone the hollowed knife | Z |
| Into the neighbring wood she's gone | C |
| Whose roofe defies the tell tale Sunne | C |
| And locks out ev'ry prying beame | H |
| Close by the lips of a cleare streame | H |
| She sits and entertaines her eye | L |
| With the moist chrystall and the frye | L |
| With burnisht silver mal'd whose oares | G |
| Amazed still make to the shoares | G |
| What need she other bait or charm | H |
| What hook or angle but her arm | H |
| The happy captive gladly ta'n | C |
| Sues ever to be slave in vaine | C |
| Who instantly confirm'd in's feares | G |
| Hasts to his element of teares | G |
| From hence her various windings roave | Z |
| To a well orderd stately grove | Z |
| This is the pallace of the wood | F |
| And court oth' Royall Oake where stood | F |
| The whole nobility the Pine | C |
| Strait Ash tall Firre and wanton Vine | C |
| The proper Cedar and the rest | F |
| Here she her deeper senses blest | F |
| Admires great Nature in this pile | Y |
| Floor'd with greene velvet Camomile | Y |
| Garnisht with gems of unset fruit | F |
| Supply'd still with a self recruit | F |
| Her bosom wrought with pretty eyes | G |
| Of never planted Strawberries | G |
| Where th' winged musick of the ayre | M |
| Do richly feast and for their fare | M |
| Each evening in a silent shade | F |
| Bestow a gratefull serenade | F |
| Thus ev'n tyerd with delight | F |
| Sated in soul and appetite | F |
| Full of the purple Plumme and Peare | M |
| The golden Apple with the faire | M |
| Grape that mirth fain would have taught her | M |
| And nuts which squirrells cracking brought her | M |
| She softly layes her weary limbs | G |
| Whilst gentle slumber now beginnes | G |
| To draw the curtaines of her eye | L |
| When straight awakend with a crie | M |
| And bitter groan again reposes | G |
| Again a deep sigh interposes | G |
| And now she heares a trembling voyce | G |
| Ah can there ought on earth rejoyce | G |
| Why weares she this gay livery | M |
| Not black as her dark entrails be | M |
| Can trees be green and to the ay'r | M |
| Thus prostitute their flowing hayr | M |
| Why do they sprout not witherd dy | F |
| Must each thing live save wretched I | L |
| Can dayes triumph in blew and red | F |
| When both their light and life is fled | F |
| Fly Joy on wings of Popinjayes | G |
| To courts of fools where as your playes | G |
| Dye laught at and forgot whilst all | Y |
| That's good mourns at this funerall | Y |
| Weep all ye Graces and you sweet | F |
| Quire that at the hill inspir'd meet | F |
| Love put thy tapers out that we | M |
| And th' world may seem as blind as thee | M |
| And be since she is lost ah wound | F |
| Not Heav'n it self by any found | F |
| Now as a prisoner new cast | F |
| Who sleepes in chaines that night his last | F |
| Next morn is wak't with a repreeve | Z |
| And from his trance not dream bid live | Z |
| Wonders his sence not having scope | A2 |
| Who speaks his friend or his false hope | A2 |
| So Amarantha heard but feare | M |
| Dares not yet trust her tempting care | M |
| And as againe her arms oth' ground | F |
| Spread pillows for her head a sound | F |
| More dismall makes a swift divorce | G |
| And starts her thus Rage rapine force | G |
| Ye blew flam'd daughters oth' abysse | G |
| Bring all your snakes here let them hisse | G |
| Let not a leaf its freshnesse keep | R |
| Blast all their roots and as you creepe | R |
| And leave behind your deadly slime | H |
| Poyson the budding branch in's prime | H |
| Wast the proud bowers of this grove | Z |
| That fiends may dwell in it and move | Z |
| As in their proper hell whilst she | M |
| Above laments this tragedy | M |
| Yet pities not our fate oh faire | M |
| Vow breaker now betroth'd to th' ay'r | M |
| Why by those lawes did we not die | L |
| As live but one Lucasta why | L |
| As he Lucasta nam'd a groan | C |
| Strangles the fainting passing tone | C |
| But as she heard Lucasta smiles | G |
| Posses her round she's slipt mean | C |
Richard Lovelace
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