New Heaven, New War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEE FFGHII JJKKEE IILLMM NNOOMM PPMMQQ RRSSTT LLLLUUCome to your heaven you heavenly choirs | A |
Earth hath the heaven of your desires | B |
Remove your dwelling to your God | C |
A stall is now his best abode | D |
Sith men their homage do deny | E |
Come Angels all their fault supply | E |
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His chilling cold doth heat require | F |
Come Seraphins in lieu of fire | F |
This little Ark no cover hath | G |
Let Cherubs' wings his body swath | H |
Come Raphael this Babe must eat | I |
Provide our little Tobie meat | I |
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Let Gabriel be now his groom | J |
That first took up his earthly room | J |
Let Michael stand in his defence | K |
Whom love hath link'd to feeble sense | K |
Let Graces rock when he doth cry | E |
Let Angels sing his lullaby | E |
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The same you saw in heavenly seat | I |
Is he that now sucks Mary's teat | I |
Agonize your King a mortal wight | L |
His borrowed weed lets not your sight | L |
Come kiss the manger where he lies | M |
That is your bliss above the skies | M |
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This little Babe so few days old | N |
Is come to rifle Satan's fold | N |
All hell doth at his presence quake | O |
Though he himself for cold do shake | O |
For in this weak unarmed wise | M |
The gates of hell he will surprise | M |
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With tears he fights and wins the field | P |
His naked breast stands for a shield | P |
His battering shot are babish cries | M |
His arrows made of weeping eyes | M |
His martial ensigns cold and need | Q |
And feeble flesh his warrior's steed | Q |
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His camp is pitched in a stall | R |
His bulwark but a broken wall | R |
The crib his trench hay stalks his stakes | S |
Of shepherds he his muster makes | S |
And thus as sure his foe to wound | T |
The Angels' trumps alarum sound | T |
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My soul with Christ join thou in fight | L |
Stick to the tents that he hath dight | L |
Within his crib is surest ward | L |
This little Babe will be thy guard | L |
If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy | U |
Then flit not from the heavenly boy | U |
Robert Southwell
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