The New Charon: Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D EEFFGGGGHHIIGGJJKKHL KKMMNNDDOOKOOOPPHH| UPON THE DEATH OF HENRY LORD HASTINGS | A |
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| The musical part being set by Mr Henry Lawes | B |
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| THE SPEAKERS | C |
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| CHARON AND EUCOSMIA | D |
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| Euc Charon O Charon draw thy boat to th' shore | E |
| And to thy many take in one soul more | E |
| Cha Who calls who calls Euc One overwhelm'd with ruth | F |
| Have pity either on my tears or youth | F |
| And take me in who am in deep distress | G |
| But first cast off thy wonted churlishness | G |
| Cha I will be gentle as that air which yields | G |
| A breath of balm along the Elysian fields | G |
| Speak what art thou Euc One once that had a lover | H |
| Than which thyself ne'er wafted sweeter over | H |
| He was Cha Say what Euc Ah me my woes are deep | I |
| Cha Prithee relate while I give ear and weep | I |
| Euc He was a Hastings and that one name has | G |
| In it all good that is and ever was | G |
| He was my life my love my joy but died | J |
| Some hours before I should have been his bride | J |
| Chorus Thus thus the gods celestial still decree | K |
| For human joy contingent misery | K |
| Euc The hallowed tapers all prepared were | H |
| And Hymen call'd to bless the rites Cha Stop there | L |
| Euc Great are my woes Cha And great must that grief be | K |
| That makes grim Charon thus to pity thee | K |
| But now come in Euc More let me yet relate | M |
| Cha I cannot stay more souls for waftage wait | M |
| And I must hence Euc Yet let me thus much know | N |
| Departing hence where good and bad souls go | N |
| Cha Those souls which ne'er were drench'd in pleasure's stream | D |
| The fields of Pluto are reserv'd for them | D |
| Where dress'd with garlands there they walk the ground | O |
| Whose blessed youth with endless flowers is crown'd | O |
| But such as have been drown'd in this wild sea | K |
| For those is kept the Gulf of Hecate | O |
| Where with their own contagion they are fed | O |
| And there do punish and are punished | O |
| This known the rest of thy sad story tell | P |
| When on the flood that nine times circles hell | P |
| Chorus We sail along to visit mortals never | H |
| But there to live where love shall last for ever | H |
Robert Herrick
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