On Dr. Brown's Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGHIJKLLMMNN AAOPQRSTTTHU AVVWXYZUA2UA2CB2CB2C 2C2D2D2DBD2D2D2D2 AUE2DBF2G2D2D2H2I2AA BE2J2AJ2TTOO

IA
Alas will nothing doB
Nothing arrest the arm of DeathC
Must learning sence nay virtue tooB
Must these or real blessings goD
like all things else beneathE
Must these best guifts while here yey shineF
Like ye great Stagyrites stars in solid spheresG
A common power wth worthless meteors shareH
To guild the orbs they're inI
Yes now we find it so since he is goneJ
In whom enough of goodness shoneK
T'adorn an age a second Sodom saveL
but not himself from the devouring graveL
He's gone that prodigious storeM
Of piety wch here he boreM
Sat on him onely like the Summers prideN
Which crown'd ye ancients victims 'ere they dy'dN
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IIA
He's gon far far on highA
Born on ye wings of virtue to his skyeO
for sure this world was lesse yn t'other hisP
So much he courted that so little thisQ
Besides had he been hers ye earth had mourn'd his lossR
In dreadfull heavings unwonted flowsS
But silently he stole awayT
Like some celestial rayT
Wch plays awhile upon ye wings of dayT
Then soft retiring off ye AirH
Do's without troubling nature disappearU
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IIIA
Sure but avert ye omen fateV
Sure a decay of learning's stateV
Is now just now a pressing onW
Wn thus her great good pillar tumbles downX
Wn the light's gone wch show'd us to advanceY
Thro ye gyptian night of ignoranceZ
For why why mayn't we fearU
'Twill ye same course wth nature runA2
Wch when ye generall dissolution's nearU
Shall see a genuine night Ecclypse her sunA2
How well how too too well does deathC
The cause of ignorance maintainB2
Robbing her rivalls leader of his breathC
To fix his Tyrant sisters reignB2
How too too well he mocks or blooming joysC2
him all or hopes destroysC2
Him of the tree of life depriving thusD2
of the tree of knowledge usD2
Thus have his arms disabled at a blowD
Both learnings Monarch its empire tooB
Just so ye Epick muse inditesD2
Ending wth some great life ye enterpriseD2
Nor longer toyles she ore her pageant fightsD2
The work is ended wn an Heroe dyesD2
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IVA
Curst be the Hour ye Day ye YearU
Curst ye disease that ravish'd hence or seerE2
Whose sacrilegious dart cou'd showD
That one so good was not immortall tooB
Yet wt alas can this availF2
Why all this mad distemper'd ZealG2
As wt it did were the effects of chanceD2
not of providenceD2
No the impatient heavens thought long to wantH2
In their blest choirs so true a saintI2
And sent a ministring sickness from aboveA
his earthy fetters to removeA
It came ye call he knewB
streight obey'd streight wthdrewE2
Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mindJ2
Rose up to sacred loveA
To perfect saint or seraphim refin'dJ2
Quitting his lump of clayT
As subtle spirits fume awayT
Loos'd from their earth they upward mount they flyeO
They light they shine blaze along the skyeO

Thomas Parnell



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