Hannah Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDE FFGGHH IIJKLL MNOO PPQRNNSSFFNN TTUUVVJJNNWWVVNNNNUU TT XYZZVV DEUUUUA2A2UUB2C2 D2E2UUUUNN NNF2F2UUFFNN JJG2G2UU H2VUUNNNNH2H2XYUU I2I2UUJJUU J2J2EENNK2K2NN NNTTL2L2M2M2 N2N2GGJJ YXFFF2F2 UUO2O2UU A2A2J2J2UUJJ NNP2P2Q2Q2R2R2 UUUUUUUUJU

Now Crowds more off retiring trumpetts soundA
On Eccho's dying in their last reboundA
The notes of fancy seem no longer strongB
But sweetning closes fitt a private songB
So when the storms forsake ye seas commandC
To break their forces in the winding landC
No more their blasts tumultuous rage proclaimD
But sweep in murmurs ore a murm'ring streamE
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Then Seek ye Subject its song be mineF
Whose numbers next in Sacred story shineF
Go brightly working thought prepard to flyG
Above ye page on hov'ring pinnions lyG
beat with stronger force to make thee riseH
Where beautious Hannah meets ye searching eyesH
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There frame a town fix a tent with cordsI
The town be Shiloh calld the tent ye LordsI
Carvd pillars filleted with silver rearJ
To close ye curtains in an outward squareK
But those within it which ye porch upholdL
Be finely wrought overlaid with goldL
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Here Eli comes to take ye resting SeatM
Slow moving forward with a revrend gateN
Sacred in office venerably sageO
venerably great in silverd ageO
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Here Hannah comes a melancholly wifeP
Reproachd for barren in ye marriage lifeP
Like summer mornings she to sight appearsQ
Bedewd shining in the midst of tearsR
Her heart in bitterness of grief she bowdN
thus her wishes to the Lord she vowdN
If thou thine handmaid with compassion seeS
If I my God am not forgott by theeS
If in mine offspring thou prolong my lineF
The Child I wish for all his days be thineF
His life devoted in thy courts be ledN
not a rasour come upon his headN
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So from recesses of her inmost soulT
Through moving lips her still devotion stoleT
As silent waters glide through parted treesU
Whose branches tremble with a rising breezeU
The words were lost because her heart was lowV
But free desire had taught ye mouth to goV
This Eli markd with a voice severeJ
While yet she multiplyd her thoughts in prayrJ
How long shall wine he crys distract thy breastN
Begon lay ye drunken fitt by restN
Ah says ye mourner count not this for sinW
It is not wine but grief that workes withinW
The spirit of thy wretched handmaid knowV
Her prayr's complaint her condition woeV
Then spake ye Sacred Priest in peace departN
with thy comfort God fullfill thine heartN
His blessing thus pronouncd with awfull soundN
The Vot'ry bending leaves ye solemn groundN
She seems confirmd the Lord has heard her crysU
Chearfull Hope the tears of trouble drysU
makes her alterd eyes irradiate rollT
With Joy that dawns in thought upon ye soulT
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Now lett ye Town Tent court remainX
leap the time till Hannah comes againY
As painted prospects skip along ye greenZ
from hills to mountains eminently seenZ
leave their intervalls that sink belowV
In deep retirement unexpressd to showV
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Behold she comes but not as once she cameD
To grieve to sigh teach her eyes to streamE
Content adorns her with a lively faceU
An open look smiling kind of graceU
Her little Samuel in her arms she bearsU
The wish of long desire Child of prayrsU
as ye sacrifice she brought begunA2
To rev'rend Eli she presents her sonA2
Here crys ye Mother here my Lord may seeU
The woman come who prayd in grief by theeU
The Child I su'd for God with bounty gaveB2
what he granted let him now receiveC2
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But still ye Vot'ry feeles her temper moveD2
With all ye tender violence of LoveE2
That still enjoys ye gift inly burnsU
To search for larger or for more returnsU
Then filld with blessings which allure to praiseU
raisd by Joy to soul enchanting laysU
Thus thankes ye Lord beneficently kindN
In sweet effusions of ye gratefull mindN
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My lifting heart with more than common heatN
Sends up its thankes to God on ev'ry beatN
My glory raisd above ye reach of scornF2
In God exalts its highly planted hornF2
My mouth enlargd mine enemy defysU
finds in Gods salvation full replysU
O Bright in holy beautys Powr divineF
Theres none whose glory can compare wth thineF
None share thine honours nay theres none besideN
No rock on which thy creatures can confideN
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Ye proud in spirit who your gifts adoreJ
Unlearn the fault speak with pride no moreJ
No more in words your arrogance be shownG2
Nor call ye workes of Providence your ownG2
Since he that rules us infinitely knowsU
as he will his acts of Powr disposeU
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The strong whose sinewy forces archd ye bowH2
Have seen it shatterd by ye conqu'ring foeV
The weak have felt their nerves more firmly braceU
new sprung vigour in the limbs encreaseU
The full whom varyd tasts of plenty fedN
Have lett their labour out to gain their breadN
The poor that languishd in a starving stateN
Content full have ceased to beg their meatN
The barren womb no longer barren nowH2
O be my thankes accepted with my vowH2
In pleasure wonders at a mothers painX
sees her offspring conceives againY
While she that gloryd in her numerous heirsU
Now broke by feebleness no longer bearsU
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Such turns their rising from ye Lord deriveI2
The Lord that kills the Lord yt makes aliveI2
He brings by sickness down to gaping gravesU
by restoring health from sickness savesU
He makes ye poor by keeping back his storeJ
makes ye rich by blessing men with moreJ
He sinking hearts with bitter grief annoysU
Or lifts them bounding with enlivend JoysU
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He takes ye beggar from his humble clayJ2
From off ye dunghill where despisd he layJ2
To mix with Princes in a rank supreamE
Fill thrones of Honour inherit fameE
For all the pillars of exalted stateN
So nobly firm so beautifully greatN
Whose various orders bear ye rounded ballK2
Which woud without them to confusion fallK2
All are ye Lords at his disposure standN
prop ye governd world at his commandN
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His mercy still more wonderfully sweetN
Shall guard ye righteous uphold their feetN
While through ye darkness of ye wicked soulT
Amazement Dread Desperation rollT
While envy stops their tongues hopeless griefL2
that sees their fears but not their fears reliefL2
they their strength as unavailing viewM2
Since none shall trust in that safely tooM2
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The foes of Israel for his Israels sakeN2
God will to pieces in his anger breakN2
His bolts of thunder from an opend skyG
Shall on their heads with force unerring flyG
His voice shall call all ye world shall hearJ
all for sentence at his Seat appearJ
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But mount to gentler praises mount againY
My thought prophetick of Messiahs reignX
Perceive the glorys which around him shineF
thus thine hymn be crownd with grace divineF
'Strength to ye King for mans salvation bornF2
' honours rising like ye lifted hornF2
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Tis here ye numbers find a bright reposeU
The vows accepted the Vot'ry goesU
But thou my soul upon her accents hungO2
sweetly pleasd with what she sweetly sungO2
Prolong the pleasure with thine inward eyesU
Turn back thy thought see ye subject riseU
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In her peculiar case ye song begunA2
for awhile through private blessings runA2
As through their banks the curling waters playJ2
soft in murmurs kiss ye flowry wayJ2
With force encreasing then she leaps ye boundsU
largely flows on more extended groundsU
Spreads wide wider till vast seas appearJ
boundless views of Providence are hereJ
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How Swift these views along her Anthem glideN
As waves on waves pushd forward in ye tideN
How swift thy wonders ore my fancy sweepP2
O Providence thou great unfathomd deepP2
Where Resignation gently dips ye wingQ2
learns to love thank admire singQ2
But bold presumptious Reasnings diving downR2
To reach ye bottom in their diving drownR2
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Neglecting man forgetfull of thy waysU
Nor owns thy care nor thinkes of giving praiseU
But from himself his happiness derivesU
thankes his wisdome when by thine he thrivesU
His limbs at ease in soft repose he spreadsU
Bewitchd with vain delights on flowry bedsU
while his sense ye fragrant breezes kissU
He meditates a waking dream of blissU
He thinks of Kingdomes their crowns are nearJ
He thinkes of glorysU

Thomas Parnell



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