To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral And Divine Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Cleft as the top of the inspired hill	A
Struggles the soul of my divided quill	A
Whilst this foot doth the watry mount aspire	B
That Sinai's living and enlivening fire	C
Behold my powers storm'd by a twisted light	D
O' th' Sun and his first kindled his sight	D
And my lost thoughts invoke the prince of day	E
My right to th' spring of it and him do pray	E
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Say happy youth crown'd with a heav'nly ray	E
Of the first flame and interwreathed bay	E
Inform my soul in labour to begin	F
Ios or Anthems Poeans or a Hymne	F
Shall I a hecatombe on thy tripod slay	E
Or my devotions at thy altar pay	E
While which t' adore th' amaz'd world cannot tell	G
The sublime Urim or deep oracle	H
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Heark how the moving chords temper our brain	F
As when Apollo serenades the main	F
Old Ocean smooths his sullen furrow'd front	I
And Nereids do glide soft measures on't	J
Whilst th' air puts on its sleekest smoothest face	K
And each doth turn the others looking glasse	K
So by the sinewy lyre now strook we see	K
Into soft calms all storm of poesie	K
And former thundering and lightning lines	K
And verse now in its native lustre shines	K
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How wert thou hid within thyself how shut	L
Thy pretious Iliads lock'd up in a nut	L
Not hearing of thee thou dost break out strong	M
Invading forty thousand men in song	M
And we secure in our thin empty heat	N
Now find ourselves at once surprised and beat	N
Whilst the most valiant of our wits now sue	K
Fling down their arms ask quarter too of you	K
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So cabin'd up in its disguis'd coarse rust	O
And scurf'd all ore with its unseemly crust	O
The diamond from 'midst the humbler stones	K
Sparkling shoots forth the price of nations	K
Ye safe unriddlers of the stars pray tell	G
By what name shall I stamp my miracle	H
Thou strange inverted Aeson that leap'st ore	P
From thy first infancy into fourscore	P
That to thine own self hast the midwife play'd	Q
And from thy brain spring'st forth the heav'nly maid	Q
Thou staffe of him bore him that bore our sins	K
Which but set down to bloom and bear begins	K
Thou rod of Aaron with one motion hurl'd	R
Bud'st a perfume of flowers through the world	R
You strange calcined seeds within a glass	K
Each species Idaea spring'st as 'twas	K
Bright vestal flame that kindled but ev'n now	F
For ever dost thy sacred fires throw	P
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Thus the repeated acts of Nestor's age	S
That now had three times ore out liv'd the stage	S
And all those beams contracted into one	F
Alcides in his cradle hath outdone	F
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But all these flour'shing hiews with which I die	T
Thy virgin paper now are vain as I	T
For 'bove the poets Heav'n th' art taught to shine	F
And move as in thy proper crystalline	F
Whence that mole hill Parnassus thou dost view	K
And us small ants there dabbling in its dew	K
Whence thy seraphic soul such hymns doth play	E
As those to which first danced the first day	E
Where with a thorn from the world ransoming wreath	U
Thou stung dost antiphons and anthems breathe	V
Where with an Angels quil dip'd i' th' Lambs blood	W
Thou sing'st our Pelicans all saving flood	W
And bath'st thy thoughts in ever living streams	K
Rench'd from earth's tainted fat and heavy steams	K
There move translated youth inroll'd i' th' quire	P
That only doth with wholy lays inspire	P
To whom his burning coach Eliah sent	X
And th' royal prophet priest his harp hath lent	X
Which thou dost tune in consort unto those	K
Clap wings for ever at each hallow'd close	K
Whilst we now weak and fainting in our praise	K
Sick echo ore thy Halleluiahs	K

Richard Lovelace

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