Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, And Gratiana. An Elogie Poem Rhyme Scheme

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It was Amyntor's Grove that Chloris	A
For ever ecchoes and her glories	B
Chloris the gentlest sheapherdesse	B
That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse	B
Her breath like to the whispering winde	C
Was calme as thought sweet as her minde	C
Her lips like coral gates kept in	D
The perfume and the pearle within	D
Her eyes a double flaming torch	E
That alwayes shine and never scorch	E
Her selfe the Heav'n in which did meet	C
The all of bright of faire and sweet	C
Here was I brought with that delight	C
That seperated soules take flight	C
And when my reason call'd my sence	B
Back somewhat from this excellence	B
That I could see I did begin	D
T' observe the curious ordering	F
Of every roome where 'ts hard to know	G
Which most excels in sent or show	G
Arabian gummes do breathe here forth	H
And th' East's come over to the North	H
The windes have brought their hyre of sweet	C
To see Amyntor Chloris greet	C
Balme and nard and each perfume	I
To blesse this payre chafe and consume	I
And th' Phoenix see already fries	B
Her neast a fire in Chloris eyes	B
Next the great and powerful hand	C
Beckens my thoughts unto a stand	C
Of Titian Raphael Georgone	G
Whose art even Nature hath out done	G
For if weake Nature only can	G
Intend not perfect what is man	G
These certainely we must prefer	J
Who mended what she wrought and her	J
And sure the shadowes of those rare	K
And kind incomparable fayre	K
Are livelier nobler company	G
Then if they could or speake or see	G
For these I aske without a tush	L
Can kisse or touch without a blush	M
And we are taught that substance is	B
If uninjoy'd but th' shade of blisse	B
Now every saint cleerly divine	G
Is clos'd so in her severall shrine	G
The gems so rarely richly set	C
For them wee love the cabinet	C
So intricately plac't withall	N
As if th' imbrordered the wall	N
So that the pictures seem'd to be	G
But one continued tapistrie	K
After this travell of mine eyes	B
We sate and pitied Dieties	B
Wee bound our loose hayre with the vine	G
The poppy and the eglantine	G
One swell'd an oriental bowle	N
Full as a grateful loyal soule	N
To Chloris Chloris Heare oh heare	K
'Tis pledg'd above in ev'ry sphere	K
Now streight the Indians richest prize	B
Is kindled in glad sacrifice	B
Cloudes are sent up on wings of thyme	O
Amber pomgranates jessemine	G
And through our earthen conduicts sore	K
Higher then altars fum'd before	K
So drencht we our oppressing cares	B
And choakt the wide jawes of our feares	B
Whilst ravisht thus we did devise	B
If this were not a Paradice	B
In all except these harmlesse sins	B
Behold flew in two cherubins	B
Cleare as the skye from whence they came	P
And brighter than the sacred flame	P
The boy adorn'd with modesty	G
Yet armed so with majesty	G
That if the Thunderer againe	G
His eagle sends she stoops in vaine	G
Besides his innocence he tooke	Q
A sword and casket and did looke	Q
Like Love in armes he wrote but five	R
Yet spake eighteene each grace did strive	R
And twenty Cupids thronged forth	H
Who first should shew his prettier worth	S
But oh the Nymph Did you ere know	G
Carnation mingled with snow	G
Or have you seene the lightning shrowd	G
And straight breake through th' opposing cloud	G
So ran her blood such was its hue	T
So through her vayle her bright haire flew	T
And yet its glory did appeare	K
But thinne because her eyes were neere	K
Blooming boy and blossoming mayd	G
May your faire sprigges be neere betray'd	G
To eating worme or fouler storme	P
No serpent lurke to do them harme	P
No sharpe frost cut no North winde teare	K
The verdure of that fragrant hayre	K
But may the sun and gentle weather	K
When you are both growne ripe together	K
Load you with fruit such as your Father	K
From you with all the joyes doth gather	K
And may you when one branch is dead	G
Graft such another in its stead	G
Lasting thus ever in your prime	P
'Till th' sithe is snatcht away from Time	P

Richard Lovelace

Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, And Gratiana. An Elogie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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