A Divine Pastorall Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBCDEEFG HIJKAALL AAIIIILL AAAAAMMLL EEAABBLL EENNBBII GGOOAAIIII BBLLII PQPNNBB EERR| Strephon I upon a bank were laid | A |
| Where the gay spring in varied colours playd | A |
| her rich odours lavish nature shed | A |
| When thus the Youth while this we wondring view | B |
| Can we but wonder at its maker too | B |
| Amintas if I know him did not use | C |
| Shoud such a subject call to want a muse | D |
| Oh sing the great the wise creating powr | E |
| While silent I admire in your words adore | E |
| Then I for long before the thought was mine | F |
| Did thus to meet the good demand begin | G |
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| Ye Mountains ye hills which lower rise | H |
| Ye humble vallies ye spreading trees | I |
| Ye pleasant meadows thou easy stream | J |
| O praise the Lord O magnify his name | K |
| Yes as you can you tell his name abroad | A |
| The wondrous work proclaims the worker God | A |
| Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along | L |
| Then swiftly bear aloft my finisht song | L |
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| Ye tame savage beasts in one accord | A |
| Joyn with all these to Glorify the Lord | A |
| Ye Birds Ye tunefull birds in him rejoyce | I |
| Give him your musick who gave you your voice | I |
| Hark how the cheerfull labour of their throats | I |
| returns the tribute of their pretty notes | I |
| Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along | L |
| Then swiftly bear aloft my rising song | L |
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| But still the earth still the seas are mute | A |
| The Birds are speechless speechless is the Brute | A |
| Man that alone can speak his praise must doo't | A |
| Praise him O man with a transported heart | A |
| Let the melodious hand confess its art | A |
| Let the raisd voice his bounteous glory's sing | M |
| Shoud less be joynd to praise so great a King | M |
| Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along | L |
| Then swiftly bear aloft my rising song | L |
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| For thee the seasons run the circling year | E |
| The clouds drop fatness the fruits appear | E |
| Thee as the Lord of all below he plac'd | A |
| Free in thy choice by thy chusing bless'd | A |
| Tis true we must account for all we do | B |
| But to a God alone th' account is due | B |
| Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along | L |
| Then swiftly bear aloft my rising song | L |
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| The Seraphim all the Heavenly pow'r | E |
| Bright in their shapes but in their virtues more | E |
| Came to the shade where our first parents lay | N |
| They heard him reason they heard her pray | N |
| Then struck their Golden harps as they flew | B |
| Cry'd Halelujah man is made for heaven too | B |
| Go on my Muse Go on Gratefully express | I |
| The Creatures thanks in the Creators praise | I |
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| To see this pair the fallen powrs came in | G |
| Torturd with malice deformd by sin | G |
| They saw this happy pair designd to fill | O |
| The realms from whence they fell by doing ill | O |
| They heard their Joyfull anthems to their God | A |
| faign they woud have harmd ym if they coud | A |
| Whom they woud harm they impotently curse | I |
| Their strength indeed was great but God was ours | I |
| Go on My Muse Go on Gratefully express | I |
| The Creatures thanks in the Creators praise | I |
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| I know I cannot speak his mercy's through | B |
| Yet what I can of what I ought Ile do | B |
| Mean as they are my notes to him belong | L |
| Mean as it is he will reward my song | L |
| Go on my Muse go on gratefully express | I |
| The Creatures thanks in the Creators praise | I |
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| On such a theam I coud for ever dwell | P |
| Thus lett my voice when I must perish fail | Q |
| thus my monument my story tell | P |
| Here lyes a Youth stay passenger pray | N |
| Nor pitty him who di'd no common way | N |
| But when his breath was all in hymns bestowd | B |
| Sent up his soul to bear 'em to his God | B |
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| So lett me end the twilight does appear | E |
| The heat has left to rarify the air | E |
| The winds it broke grow strong enough to fly | R |
| Yes swiftly fly ye winds bear my Lays on high | R |
Thomas Parnell
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