To Fletcher Reviv'd Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFF BBGHCI FIFFJJBB FFJJBB KLJFJJBB JJLLBB LLFFJJBBJJJJFFJJ LLMMNHFFFFFF| How have I bin religious what strange good | A |
| Has scap't me that I never understood | A |
| Have I hel guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne | B |
| Heald wounded states made kings and kingdoms one | B |
| That FATE should be so merciful to me | C |
| To let me live t' have said I have read thee | C |
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| Faire star ascend the joy the life the light | D |
| Of this tempestuous age this darke worlds sight | D |
| Oh from thy crowne of glory dart one flame | E |
| May strike a sacred reverence whilest thy name | E |
| Like holy flamens to their god of day | F |
| We bowing sing and whilst we praise we pray | F |
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| Bright spirit whose aeternal motion | B |
| Of wit like Time stil in it selfe did run | B |
| Binding all others in it and did give | G |
| Commission how far this or that shal live | H |
| Like DESTINY of poems who as she | C |
| Signes death to all her selfe cam never dye | I |
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| And now thy purple robed Traegedy | F |
| In her imbroider'd buskins cals mine eye | I |
| Where the brave Aetius we see betray'd | F |
| T' obey his death whom thousand lives obey'd | F |
| Whilst that the mighty foole his scepter breakes | J |
| And through his gen'rals wounds his own doome speakes | J |
| Weaving thus richly VALENTINIAN | B |
| The costliest monarch with the cheapest man | B |
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| Souldiers may here to their old glories adde | F |
| The LOVER love and be with reason MAD | F |
| Not as of old Alcides furious | J |
| Who wilder then his bull did teare the house | J |
| Hurling his language with the canvas stone | B |
| Twas thought the monster ror'd the sob'rer tone | B |
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| But ah when thou thy sorrow didst inspire | K |
| With passions blacke as is her darke attire | L |
| Virgins as sufferers have wept to see | J |
| So white a soule so red a crueltie | F |
| That thou hast griev'd and with unthought redresse | J |
| Dri'd their wet eyes who now thy mercy blesse | J |
| Yet loth to lose thy watry jewell when | B |
| Joy wip't it off laughter straight sprung't agen | B |
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| Now ruddy checked Mirth with rosie wings | J |
| Fans ev'ry brow with gladnesse whilst she sings | J |
| Delight to all and the whole theatre | L |
| A festivall in heaven doth appeare | L |
| Nothing but pleasure love and like the morne | B |
| Each face a gen'ral smiling doth adorne | B |
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| Heare ye foul speakers that pronounce the aire | L |
| Of stewes and shores I will informe you where | L |
| And how to cloath aright your wanton wit | F |
| Without her nasty bawd attending it | F |
| View here a loose thought sayd with such a grace | J |
| Minerva might have spoke in Venus face | J |
| So well disguis'd that 'twas conceiv'd by none | B |
| But Cupid had Diana's linnen on | B |
| And all his naked parts so vail'd th' expresse | J |
| The shape with clowding the uncomlinesse | J |
| That if this Reformation which we | J |
| Receiv'd had not been buried with thee | J |
| The stage as this worke might have liv'd and lov'd | F |
| Her lines the austere Skarlet had approv'd | F |
| And th' actors wisely been from that offence | J |
| As cleare as they are now from audience | J |
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| Thus with thy Genius did the scaene expire | L |
| Wanting thy active and correcting fire | L |
| That now to spread a darknesse over all | M |
| Nothing remaines but Poesie to fall | M |
| And though from these thy Embers we receive | N |
| Some warmth so much as may be said we live | H |
| That we dare praise thee blushlesse in the head | F |
| Of the best piece Hermes to Love e're read | F |
| That we rejoyce and glory in thy wit | F |
| And feast each other with remembring it | F |
| That we dare speak thy thought thy acts recite | F |
| Yet all men henceforth be afraid to write | F |
Richard Lovelace
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