David Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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My thought on views of admiration hungA
Intently ravish'd and depriv'd of tongueA
Now darts a while on earth a while in airB
Here mov'd with praise and mov'd with glory thereB
The joys entrancing and the mute surprizeC
Half fix the blood and dim the moist'ning eyesC
Pleasure and praise on one another breakD
And Exclamation longs at heart to speakE
When thus my Genius on the work design'dF
Awaiting closely guides the wand'ring mindF
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If while thy thanks wou'd in thy lays be wroughtG
A bright astonishment involve the thoughtG
If yet thy temper wou'd attempt to singH
Another's quill shall imp thy feebler wingH
Behold the name of royal David nearI
Behold his musick and his measures hereJ
Whose harp Devotion in a rapture strungA
And left no state of pious souls unsungA
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Him to the wond'ring world but newly shewnK
Celestial poetry pronounc'd her ownK
A thousand hopes on clouds adorn'd with raysC
Bent down their little beauteous forms to gazeC
Fair blooming Innocence with tender yearsC
And native Sweetness for the ravish'd earsC
Prepar'd to smile within his early songL
And brought their rivers groves and plains alongL
Majestick Honour at the palace bredM
Enrob'd in white embroider'd o'er with redM
Reach'd forth the scepter of her royal stateN
His forehead touch'd and bid his lays be greatN
Undaunted Courage deck'd with manly charmsC
With waving azure plumes and gilded armsC
Displaid the glories and the toils of fightO
Demanded fame and call'd him forth to writeO
To perfect these the sacred spirit cameP
By mild infusion of celestial flameP
And mov'd with dove like candour in his breastQ
And breath'd his graces over all the restQ
Ah where the daring flights of men aspireR
To match his numbers with an equal fireS
In vain they strive to make proud Babel riseC
And with an earth born labour touch the skiesC
While I the glitt'ring page resolve to viewT
That will the subject of my lines renewT
The Laurel wreath my fames imagin'd shadeU
Around my beating temples fears to fadeU
My fainting fancy trembles on the brinkV
And David's God must help or else I sinkV
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As rolling rivers in their channels flowW
Swift from aloft but on the level slowW
Or rage in rocks or glide along the plainsC
So just so copious move the Psalmist's strainsC
So sweetly vary'd with proportion'd heatX
So gently clear or so sublimely greatN
While nature's seen in all her forms to shineK
And mix with beauties drawn from truth divineK
Sweet beauties sweet affections endless rillY
That in the soul like honey drops distilY
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Hail holy spirit hail supremely kindF
Whose inspirations thus enlarg'd the mindF
Who taught him what the gentle shepherd singsC
What rich expressions suit the port of kingsC
What daring words describe the soldiers heatX
And what the prophet's extasies relateN
Nor let his worst condition be forgotZ
In all this splendour of exulted thoughtG
On one thy diff'rent sorts of graces fallA2
Still made for each of equall force in allA2
And while from heav'nly courts he feels a flameP
He sings the place from whence the blessing cameP
And makes his inspirations sweetly proveB2
The tuneful subject of the mind they moveB2
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Immortal spirit light of life instil'dG
Who thus the bosom of a mortal fill'dG
Tho' weak my voice and tho' my light be dimC2
Yet fain I'd praise thy wond'rous gifts in himC2
Then since thine aid's attracted by desireS
And they that speak thee right must feel thy fireS
Vouchsafe a portion of thy grace divineK
And raise my voice and in my numbers shineK
I sing of David David sings of theeD2
Assist the Psalmist and his work in meD2
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But now my verse arising on the wingH
What part of all thy subject wilt thou singH
How fire thy first attempt in what resortG
Of Palestina's plains or Salem's courtG
Where as his hands the solemn measure play'dG
Curs'd fiends with torment and confusion fledG
Where at the rosy spring of chearful lightG
If pious fame record tradition rightG
A soft Efflation of celestial fireS
Came like a rushing breeze and shook the LyreR
Still sweetly giving ev'ry trembling stringH
So much of sound as made him wake to singH
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Within my view the country first appearsC
The country first enjoy'd his youthful yearsC
Then frame thy shady Landscapes in my strainK
Some conscious mountain or accustom'd plainK
Where by the waters on the grass reclin'dG
With notes he rais'd with notes he calm'd his mindG
For through the paths of rural life I'll strayE2
And in his pleasures paint a shepherds dayE2
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With grateful sentiments with active willY
With voice exerted and enliv'ning skillY
His free return of thanks he duely paidG
And each new day new beams of bounty shedG
Awake my tuneful harp awake he crysC
Awake my lute the sun begins to riseC
My God I'm ready now then takes a flightG
To purest Piety's exalted heightG
From thence his soul with heav'n itself in viewT
On humble prayers and humble praises flewT
The praise as pleasing and as sweet the prayerB
As incense curling up thro' morning airB
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When t'wards the field with early steps he trodG
And gaz'd around and own'd the works of GodG
Perhaps in sweet melodious words of praiseC
He drew the prospect which adorn'd his waysC
The soil but newly visited with rainK
The river of the Lord with springing grainK
Inlarge encrease the soft'ned furrow blestG
The year with goodness crown'd with beauty drestG
And still to pow'r divine ascribe it allA2
From whose high paths the drops of fatness fallA2
Then in the song the smiling sights rejoyceC
And all the mute creation finds a voiceC
With thick returns delightful Ecchos fillY
The pastur'd green or soft ascending hillY
Rais'd by the bleatings of unnumb'red sheepF2
To boast their glories in the crowds they keepF2
And corn that's waving in the western galeG2
With joyful sound proclaims the cover'd valeG2
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When e'er his flocks the lovely shepherd droveH2
To neighb'ring waters to the neighb'ring groveH2
To Jordan's flood refresh'd by cooling windG
Or Cedron's brook to mossy banks confin'dG
In easy notes and guise of lowly swainK
'Twas thus he charm'd and taught the listning trainK
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The Lord's my Shepherd bountiful and goodG
I cannot want since he provides me foodG
Me for his sheep along the verdant meadsC
Me all too mean his tender mercy leadsC
To taste the springs of life and taste reposeC
Wherever living pasture sweetly growsC
And as I cannot want I need not fearI
For still the presence of my shepherd's nearI
Through darksome vales where beasts of prey resortG
Where death appears with all his dreadful courtG
His rod and hook direct me when I strayE2
He calls to Fold and they direct my wayE2
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Perhaps when seated on the river's brinkV
He saw the tender sheep at noon day drinkV
He sung the land where milk and honey glideG
And fat'ning plenty rolls upon the tideG
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Or fix'd within the freshness of a shadeG
Whose boughs diffuse their leaves around his headG
He borrow'd notions from the kind retreatG
Then sung the righteous in their happy stateG
And how by providential care successC
Shall all their actions in due season blessC
So firm they stand so beautiful they lookI2
As planted trees aside the purling brookI2
Not faded by the rays that parch the plainK
Nor careful for the want of dropping rainK
The leaves sprout forth the rising branches shootG
And summer crowns them with the ripen'd fruitG
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But if the flow'ry field with vari'd hueT
And native sweetness entertain'd his viewT
The flow'ry field with all the glorious throngL
Of lively colours rose to paint his songL
Its pride and fall within the numbers ranK
And spake the life of transitory manK
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As grass arises by degrees unseenK
To deck the breast of earth with lovely greenK
'Till Nature's order brings the with'ring daysC
And all the summer's beauteous pomp decaysC
So by degrees unseen doth man ariseC
So blooms by course and so by course he diesC
Or aJ2

Thomas Parnell



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