Song To The Tune Of “basciami Vita Mia.” Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABB ABB ABB CDCDEFEFGHIHJJ KDKDLGMGNONPQR STSTUVWXKYKYZZ R DA2DB2B2DB2DB2RB2RAA C2 C2 C2 C2B2D2B2D2FF E2B2E2B2F2ZF2ZRG2RG2 H2H2RI2RI2J2J2 KDKDK2K2 G2L2G2M2DDSleep baby mine Desire's nurse Beauty singeth | A |
Thy cries O baby set mine head on aching | B |
The babe cries 'Way thy love doth keep me waking | B |
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Lully lully my babe Hope cradle bringeth | A |
Unto my children alway good rest taking | B |
The babe cries Way thy love doth keep me waking | B |
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Since baby mine from me thy watching springeth | A |
Sleep then a little pap Content is making | B |
The babe cries Nay for that abide I waking | B |
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I | - |
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The scourge of life and death's extreme disgrace | C |
The smoke of hell the monster called Pain | D |
Long shamed to be accursed in every place | C |
By them who of his rude resort complain | D |
Like crafty wretch by time and travel taught | E |
His ugly evil in others' good to hide | F |
Late harbours in her face whom Nature wrought | E |
As treasure house where her best gifts do bide | F |
And so by privilege of sacred seat | G |
A seat where beauty shines and virtue reigns | H |
He hopes for some small praise since she hath great | I |
Within her beams wrapping his cruel stains | H |
Ah saucy Pain let not thy terror last | J |
More loving eyes she draws more hate thou hast | J |
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II | - |
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Woe woe to me on me return the smart | K |
My burning tongue hath bred my mistress pain | D |
For oft in pain to pain my painful heart | K |
With her due praise did of my state complain | D |
I praised her eyes whom never chance doth move | L |
Her breath which makes a sour answer sweet | G |
Her milken breasts the nurse of child like love | M |
Her legs O legs her aye well stepping feet | G |
Pain heard her praise and full of inward fire | N |
First sealing up my heart as prey of his | O |
He flies to her and boldened with desire | N |
Her face this age's praise the thief doth kiss | P |
O Pain I now recant the praise I gave | Q |
And swear she is not worthy thee to have | R |
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III | - |
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Thou pain the only guest of loathed Constraint | S |
The child of Curse man's weakness foster child | T |
Brother to Woe and father of Complaint | S |
Thou Pain thou hated Pain from heaven exiled | T |
How hold'st thou her whose eyes constraint doth fear | U |
Whom cursed do bless whose weakness virtues arm | V |
Who others' woes and plaints can chastely bear | W |
In whose sweet heaven angels of high thoughts swarm | X |
What courage strange hath caught thy caitiff heart | K |
Fear'st not a face that oft whole hearts devours | Y |
Or art thou from above bid play this part | K |
And so no help 'gainst envy of those powers | Y |
If thus alas yet while those parts have woe | Z |
So stay her tongue that she no more say O | Z |
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IV | R |
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And have I heard her say O cruel pain | D |
And doth she know what mould her beauty bears | A2 |
Mourns she in truth and thinks that others feign | D |
Fears she to feel and feels not others' fears | B2 |
Or doth she think all pain the mind forbears | B2 |
That heavy earth not fiery spirits may plain | D |
That eyes weep worse than heart in bloody tears | B2 |
That sense feels more than what doth sense contain | D |
No no she is too wise she knows her face | B2 |
Hath not such pain as it makes others have | R |
She knows the sickness of that perfect place | B2 |
Hath yet such health as it my life can save | R |
But this she thinks our pain high cause excuseth | A |
Where her who should rule pain false pain abuseth | A |
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Like as the dove which seeled up doth fly | - |
Is neither freed nor yet to service bound | C2 |
But hopes to gain some help by mounting high | - |
Till want of force do force her fall to ground | C2 |
Right so my mind caught by his guiding eye | - |
And thence cast off where his sweet hurt he found | C2 |
Hath neither leave to live nor doom to die | - |
Nor held in evil nor suffered to be sound | C2 |
But with his wings of fancies up he goes | B2 |
To high conceits whose fruits are oft but small | D2 |
Till wounded blind and wearied spirit lose | B2 |
Both force to fly and knowledge where to fall | D2 |
O happy dove if she no bondage tried | F |
More happy I might I in bondage bide | F |
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In wonted walks since wonted fancies change | E2 |
Some cause there is which of strange cause doth rise | B2 |
For in each thing whereto mine eye doth range | E2 |
Part of my pain me seems engraved lies | B2 |
The rocks which were of constant mind the mark | F2 |
In climbing steep now hard refusal show | Z |
The shading woods seem now my sun to dark | F2 |
And stately hills disdain to look so low | Z |
The restful caves now restless visions give | R |
In dales I see each way a hard ascent | G2 |
Like late mown meads late cut from joy I live | R |
Alas sweet brooks do in my tears augment | G2 |
Rocks woods hills caves dales meads brooks answer me | H2 |
Infected minds infect each thing they see | H2 |
If I could think how these my thoughts to leave | R |
Or thinking still my thoughts might have good end | I2 |
If rebel sense would reason's law receive | R |
Or reason foiled would not in vain contend | I2 |
Then might I think what thoughts were best to think | J2 |
Then might I wisely swim or gladly sink | J2 |
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If either you would change your cruel heart | K |
Or cruel still time did your beauties stain | D |
If from my soul this love would once depart | K |
Or for my love some love I might obtain | D |
Then might I hope a change or ease of mind | K2 |
By your good help or in myself to find | K2 |
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But since my thoughts in thinking still are spent | G2 |
With reason's strife by senses overthrown | L2 |
You fairer still and still more cruel bent | G2 |
I loving still a love that loveth none | M2 |
I yield and strive I kiss and curse the pain | D |
Thought reason sense time You and I maintain | D |
Sir Philip Sidney
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