Sheridan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGH CICJ KLKM NONO PQPQ RJSI CTCT UCUC VWVW XYXY CZCZ A2B2C2V D2E2F2E2 UB2UB2 A2G2H2I2 J2YJ2Y F2K2F2K2 L2M2L2M2 L2L2L2L2 OL2OL2 L2KL2K IL2JL2 CL2CL2 N2L2N2L2 AO2AO2 A2L2A2L2 L2L2L2L2 CFCF KL2P2L2 O2IO2I

Embalm'd in fame and sacred from decayA
What mighty name in arms in arts or verseB
From England claims this consecrated dayA
Her nobles crowding round the shadowy hearseB
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Hark from yon fane within whose hallow'd moundsC
Her bards her warriors and her statesmen sleepD
The solemn slow funereal bell resoundsC
While mournful echoes dread accordance keepD
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Spirits revered beyond that awful bourneE
Who share the dark communion of the tombF
A kindred genius seeks your dread sojournG
Ye heirs of glory hail a brother homeH
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Obscured as SHERIDAN to dust descendsC
Recedes each ray from Wit's effulgent sphereI
Lo every Muse in silent sorrow bendsC
Her votive laurels mingling o'er his bierJ
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But chiefly thou from whose polluted shrineK
His filial hand Circean rabble droveL
What pangs Thalia in this hour are thineK
What fervent anguish of maternal loveM
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How long perverted had the Comic sceneN
The flattering reflex of a sensual ageO
Shown prurient Folly's rank licentious mienN
Refined embellish'd on the pander stageO
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While Vanburgh Congreve Farquhar heaven endow'dP
To scourge bold Vice with Wit's resistless rodQ
Embraced her chains stood forth her priests avow'dP
And scatter'd flowers in every path she trodQ
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Inglorious praise though Judgment's self admiredR
Those wanton strains which Virtue blush'd to hearJ
While pamper'd Passion from the scene retiredS
With wilder rage to urge his fierce careerI
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At length all graced in Fancy's orient huesC
His native fires with added culture brightT
Rose SHERIDAN to vindicate the MuseC
And gild the drama with meridian lightT
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Him skill'd alike great Nature's genuine formU
Or Fashion's light factitious traits to traceC
The scene confess'd with glowing pathos warmU
Or gaily sportive in familiar graceC
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With what nice art his master hand he flungV
O'er each fine chord which thrills the polish'd breastW
Let Faukland tell with woes ideal stungV
Let gentle Julia's generous flame attestW
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Satire that oft with castigation rudeX
Degrades while zealous to correct mankindY
Refined by him more generous aims pursuedX
Reform'd the vice but left no sting behindY
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Yet though with Wit's imperishable baysC
Enwreath'd he held an uncontested throneZ
Though circling climes unanimous in praiseC
Confirm'd the partial suffrage of his ownZ
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In careless mood he sought the Muse's bowerA2
His lyre like that to great Pelides strongB2
The soft'ning solace of a vacant boorC2
Its airy descant indolently rungV
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But when portentous 'mid the storms of warD2
Glared Public danger when with withering dinE2
The spoil flush'd foe strode furious from afarF2
And direr dread Rebellion raged withinE2
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Then SHERIDAN dilating to the stormU
Bright as the pharos as the watch tower strongB2
With all the patriot's inspiration warmU
Thy genius pour'd its thundering voice alongB2
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Who heard thee not in that tremendous hourA2
When Britain mourn'd her surest anchor lostG2
And saw her alienated Navies lourH2
Like the charged tempest round their parent coastI2
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With active zeal which no cold medium knewJ2
Nor party ruled nor prejudice confinedY
But to thy heart's spontaneous impulse trueJ2
Thou gay'st thy country ALL thy mighty mindY
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What time Iberia gash'd with many a scarF2
Braved the fierce Gaul in fervour uncontroll'dK2
Though doubts and fears bedimm'd her struggling starF2
Its bright ascent thy prescient soul foretoldK2
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Late too when France with sophist cunning fraughtL2
Essay'd that field which force had fail'd to gainM2
And proudly question'd by success untaughtL2
Britannia's lineal right her watery reignM2
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While meaner foes denounced with equal hateL2
Her flag which wide in Freedom's cause unfurl'dL2
The saving sign of many a sinking stateL2
Had chased Oppression from th' insulted worldL2
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Oh that beyond the light diurnal pageO
Inscribed on high in monumental goldL2
That strain might kindle each succeeding ageO
Which thus thy generous indignation roll'dL2
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If e'er of ancient energy bereavedL2
Britannia bent by menace or designK
Should stain her naval sceptre hard achievedL2
And yield one claim one cherish'd right resignK
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Then hurl'd in ruin from her radiant sphereI
Sunk her proud Isle in Ocean's depths profoundL2
May all her glories pass from Memory's earJ
An idle legend a derided soundL2
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Such were his merits whom the Muse deploresC
The Wit the Statesman Orator and BardL2
Nor when his frailties jealous truth exploresC
Shall Candour shrink from her supreme awardL2
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If all propitious when his ardent primeN2
Beat high with hope in conscious powers elateL2
Ambition woo'd him from her height sublimeN2
And partial Fortune op'd her golden gateL2
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What hostile influence glooming o'er his wayA
Chill'd each fine impulse each aspiring aimO2
Effused bleak clouds round Life's declining rayA
And left his labours no reward but fameO2
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'Twas not alone that in the festive bowerA2
Prompt in the social sympathies to meltL2
Too long he linger'd that the genial hourA2
His fervid sense too exquisitely feltL2
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But that in tasks of public duty provedL2
Onward with faith inflexible he trodL2
Alike by Fortune's dazzling lure unmovedL2
Or stern Necessity's relentless rodL2
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E'en Envy's self shall sanction that applauseC
And oft slow pacing yon sepulchral gloomF
With fond regret shall Meditation pauseC
And breathe these accents o'er his honour'd tombF
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Ye Muses come with ministry divineK
Protect the shrine where SHERIDAN is laidL2
Ye Patriot Virtues here your homage joinP2
Assert his worth and soothe his hovering shadeL2
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Emblazon'd high in Albion's rolls of fameO2
A guiding star by which her sons may steerI
This proud inscription let his memory claimO2
Above himself he held his Country dearI

Thomas Gent



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