You Gote-heard Gods Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCCC B CBCBCB A BCCBBC B CBBCBC A CCBBCB B BCCCBB A BBBCCC B CBCBCB A BCCBBC B CBBCBC A CCBBCB B BCCCBB B BCCStrephon | A |
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You Gote heard Gods that loue the grassie mountaines | B |
You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies | B |
You Satyrs ioyde with free and quiet forests | B |
Vouchsafe your silent eares to playning musique | C |
Which to my woes giues still an early morning | C |
And drawes the dolor on till wery euening | C |
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Klaius | B |
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O Mercurie foregoer to the euening | C |
O heauenlie huntresse of the sauage mountaines | B |
O louelie starre entitled of the morning | C |
While that my voice doth fill these wofull vallies | B |
Vouchsafe your silent eares to plaining musique | C |
Which oft hath Echo tir'd in secrete forrests | B |
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Strephon | A |
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I that was once free burges of the forrests | B |
Where shade from Sunne and sports I sought at euening | C |
I that was once esteem'd for pleasant musique | C |
Am banisht now among the monstrous mountaines | B |
Of huge despaire and foule afflictions vallies | B |
Am growne a shrich owle to my selfe each morning | C |
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Klaius | B |
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I that was once delighted euery morning | C |
Hunting the wilde inhabiters of forrests | B |
I that was once the musique of these vallies | B |
So darkened am that all my day is euening | C |
Hart broken so that molehilles seeme high mountaines | B |
And fill the vales with cries in steed of musique | C |
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Strephon | A |
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Long since alas my deadly Swannish musique | C |
Hath made it selfe a crier of the morning | C |
And hath with wailing strength clim'd highest mountaines | B |
Long since my thoughts more desert be then forrests | B |
Long since I see my ioyes come to their euening | C |
And state throwen downe to ouer troden vallies | B |
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Klaius | B |
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Long since the happie dwellers of these vallies | B |
Haue praide me leaue my strange exclaiming musique | C |
Which troubles their dayes worke and ioyes of euening | C |
Long since I hate the night more hate the morning | C |
Long since my thoughts chase me like beasts in forrests | B |
And make me wish my selfe layd vnder mountaines | B |
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Strephon | A |
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Me seemes I see the high and stately mountaines | B |
Transforme themselues to lowe deiected vallies | B |
Me seemes I heare in these ill changed forrests | B |
The Nightingales doo learne of Owles their musique | C |
Me seemes I feele the comfort of the morning | C |
Turnde to the mortall serene of an euening | C |
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Klaius | B |
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Me seemes I see a filthie clowdie euening | C |
As soon as Sunne begins to clime the mountaines | B |
Me seemes I feele a noysome sent the morning | C |
When I doo smell the flowers of these vallies | B |
Me seemes I heare when I doo heare sweete musique | C |
The dreadfull cries of murdred men in forrests | B |
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Strephon | A |
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I wish to fire the trees of all these forrests | B |
I giue the Sunne a last farewell each euening | C |
I curse the fidling finders out of Musicke | C |
With enuie I doo hate the loftie mountaines | B |
And with despite despise the humble vallies | B |
I doo detest night euening day and morning | C |
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Klaius | B |
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Curse to my selfe my prayer is the morning | C |
My fire is more then can be made with forrests | B |
My state more base then are the basest vallies | B |
I wish no euenings more to see each euening | C |
Shamed I hate my selfe in sight of mountaines | B |
And stoppe mine eares lest I growe mad with Musicke | C |
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Strephon | A |
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For she whose parts maintainde a perfect musique | C |
Whose beautie shin'de more then the blushing morning | C |
Who much did passe in state the stately mountaines | B |
In straightnes past the Cedars of the forrests | B |
Hath cast me wretch into eternall euening | C |
By taking her two Sunnes from these darke vallies | B |
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Klaius | B |
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For she to whom compar'd the Alpes are vallies | B |
She whose lest word brings from the spheares their musique | C |
At whose approach the Sunne rose in the euening | C |
Who where she went bare in her forhead morning | C |
Is gone is gone from these our spoyled forrests | B |
Turning to desarts our best pastur'de mountaines | B |
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Strephon Klaius | B |
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These mountaines witnesse shall so shall these vallies | B |
These forrests eke made wretched by our musique | C |
Our morning hymne is this and song at euening | C |
Sir Philip Sidney
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