Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBB ACCC ADDD EFFF EGGG EHHH EIII EJJJ FJJJ FFFF FHHH| I | A |
| From the dire monument of thy black roome | B |
| Wher now that vestal flame thou dost intombe | B |
| As in the inmost cell of all earths wombe | B |
| - | |
| II | A |
| Sacred Lucasta like the pow'rfull ray | C |
| Of heavenly truth passe this Cimmerian way | C |
| Whilst all the standards of your beames display | C |
| - | |
| III | A |
| Arise and climbe our whitest highest hill | D |
| There your sad thoughts with joy and wonder fill | D |
| And see seas calme as earth earth as your will | D |
| - | |
| IV | E |
| Behold how lightning like a taper flyes | F |
| And guilds your chari't but ashamed dyes | F |
| Seeing it selfe out gloried by your eyes | F |
| - | |
| V | E |
| Threatning and boystrous tempests gently bow | G |
| And to your steps part in soft paths when now | G |
| There no where hangs a cloud but on your brow | G |
| - | |
| VI | E |
| No showrs but 'twixt your lids nor gelid snow | H |
| But what your whiter chaster brest doth ow | H |
| Whilst winds in chains colder for sorrow blow | H |
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| VII | E |
| Shrill trumpets doe only sound to eate | I |
| Artillery hath loaden ev'ry dish with meate | I |
| And drums at ev'ry health alarmes beate | I |
| - | |
| VIII | E |
| All things Lucasta but Lucasta call | J |
| Trees borrow tongues waters in accents fall | J |
| The aire doth sing and fire is musicall | J |
| - | |
| IX | F |
| Awake from the dead vault in which you dwell | J |
| All's loyall here except your thoughts rebell | J |
| Which so let loose often their gen'rall quell | J |
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| X | F |
| See she obeys By all obeyed thus | F |
| No storms heats colds no soules contentious | F |
| Nor civill war is found I meane to us | F |
| - | |
| XI | F |
| Lovers and angels though in heav'n they show | H |
| And see the woes and discords here below | H |
| What they not feele must not be said to know | H |
Richard Lovelace
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