Shakspeare Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DDEEFFGGHH CCIIJJKKLLMM NNOPQQ RRSTKK UUVWXXYYZZA2A2TT B2C2DDHHJJGGCCD2D2 E2E2F2F2G2G2H2H2FFI2 I2J2J2| Respectfully inscribed with permission to the Committee | A |
| of which His Majesty is the Patron for the proposed Monuments | B |
| to SHAKSPEARE at Stratford and in London Intended to be | A |
| spoken at one of the Theatres | C |
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| While o'er this pageant of sublunar things | D |
| Oblivion spreads her unrelenting wings | D |
| And sweeps adown her dark unebbing tide | E |
| Man and his mightiest monuments of pride | E |
| Alone aloft immutable sublime | F |
| Star like ensphered above the track of time | F |
| Great SHAKSPEARE beams with undiminish'd ray | G |
| His bright creations sacred from decay | G |
| Like Nature's self whose living form he drew | H |
| Though still the same still beautiful and new | H |
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| He came untaught in academic bowers | C |
| A gift to Glory from the Sylvan powers | C |
| But what keen Sage with all the science fraught | I |
| By elder bards or later critics taught | I |
| Shall count the cords of his mellifluous shell | J |
| Span the vast fabric of his fame and tell | J |
| By what strange arts he bade the structure rise | K |
| On what deep site the strong foundation lies | K |
| This why should scholiasts labour to reveal | L |
| We all can answer it we all can feel | L |
| Ten thousand sympathies attesting start | M |
| For SHAKSPEARE'S Temple is the human heart | M |
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| Lord of a throne which mortal ne'er shall share | N |
| Despot adored he rales and revels there | N |
| Who but has found where'er his track hath been | O |
| Through life's oft shifting multifarious scene | P |
| Still at his side the genial Bard attend | Q |
| His loved companion counsellor and friend | Q |
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| The Thespian Sisters nurtured in the schools | R |
| Of Greece and Rome and long coerced by rules | R |
| Scarce moved the inmates of their native hearth | S |
| With tiny pathos and with trivial mirth | T |
| Till She great muse of daring enterprise | K |
| Delighted ENGLAND saw her SHAKSPEARE rise | K |
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| Then first aroused in that appointed hour | U |
| The Tragic Muse confess'd th' inspiring power | U |
| Sudden before the startled earth she stood | V |
| A giant spectre weeping tears and blood | W |
| Guilt shrunk appall'd Despair embraced his shroud | X |
| And Terror shriek'd and Pity sobb'd aloud | X |
| Then first Thalia with dilated ken | Y |
| And quicken'd footstep pierced the walks of men | Y |
| Then Folly blush'd Vice fled the general hiss | Z |
| Delight met Reason with a loving kiss | Z |
| At Satire's glance Pride smooth'd his low'ring crest | A2 |
| The Graces weaved the dance And last and best | A2 |
| Came Momus down in Falstaff's form to earth | T |
| To make the world one universe of mirth | T |
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| Such Sympathies the glorious Bard endear | B2 |
| Thus fair he walks in Man's diurnal sphere | C2 |
| But when upborne on bright Invention's wings | D |
| He dares the realms of uncreated things | D |
| Forms more divine more dreadful start to view | H |
| Than ever Hades or Olympus knew | H |
| Round the dark cauldron terrible and fell | J |
| The midnight Witches breathe the songs of hell | J |
| Delighted Ariel wings his fiery way | G |
| To whirl the storm the wheeling Orbs to stay | G |
| Then bathes in honey dews and sleeps in flowers | C |
| Meanwhile young Oberon girt with shadowy powers | C |
| Pursues o'er Ocean's verge the pale cold Moon | D2 |
| Or hymns her riding in her highest noon | D2 |
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| Thus graced thus glorified shall SHAKSPEARE crave | E2 |
| The Sculptor's skill the pageant of the grave | E2 |
| HE needs it not but Gratitude demands | F2 |
| This votive offering at his Country's hands | F2 |
| Haply e'er now from blissful bowers on high | G2 |
| From some Parnassus of the empyreal sky | G2 |
| Pleased o'er this dome the gentle Spirit bends | H2 |
| Accepts the gift and hails us as his friends | H2 |
| Yet smiles perchance to think when envious Time | F |
| O'er Bust and Urn shall bid his ivies climb | F |
| When Palaces and Pyramids shall fall | I2 |
| HIS PAGE SHALL TRIUMPH still surviving all | I2 |
| 'Till Earth itself like breath upon the wind | J2 |
| Shall melt away nor leave a rack behind | J2 |
Thomas Gent
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