On The Death Of Mr. Viner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDCCEECCFFCCGG HICC CCJJKL CCMMNNCCCCOP QQRRCC CCSTCCUUCCVVWXX| Is Viner Dead and shall each Muse become | A |
| Silent as Death and as his Musick Dumb | A |
| Shall he depart without a poet's Praise | B |
| Who oft to Harmony has tun'd their Lays | B |
| Shall he who knew the Elegance of Sound | C |
| Find no one voice to sing him to the Ground | C |
| musick and poetry are Sister Arts | D |
| Shew a like Genius and consenting Hearts | D |
| My Soul with his is secretly ally'd | C |
| And I am forc'd to speak since viner dy'd | C |
| Oh that my Muse as once his Notes could swell | E |
| That I might all his Praises fully tell | E |
| That I might say with how much skill he play'd | C |
| How nimbly four extended Strings survey'd | C |
| How Bow and Fingers with a noble Strife | F |
| Did raise the vocal fiddle into Life | F |
| How various Sounds in various Order rang'd | C |
| By unobserv'd Degrees minutely chang'd | C |
| Thro' a vast Space could in Divisions run | G |
| Be all distinct yet all agree in One | G |
| And how the fleeter Notes could swiftly pass | H |
| And skip alternately from Place to Place | I |
| The Strings could with a sudden Impulse bound | C |
| Speak every Touch and tremble into Sound | C |
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| The liquid Harmony a tuneful Tide | C |
| Now seem'd to rage anon wou'd gently glide | C |
| By Turns would ebb and flow would rise and fall | J |
| Be loudly daring or be softly small | J |
| While all was blended in one common Name | K |
| Wave push'd on Wave and all compos'd a Stream | L |
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| The diff'rent tones melodiously combin'd | C |
| Temper'd with Art in sweet Confusion join'd | C |
| The Soft the Strong the Clear the Shrill the Deep | M |
| Would sometimes soar aloft and sometimes creep | M |
| While ev'ry Soul upon his Motions hung | N |
| As tho' it were in tuneful Concert strung | N |
| His Touch did strike the Fibres of the Heart | C |
| And a like Trembling secretly impart | C |
| Where various Passions did by Turns succeed | C |
| He made it chearful and he made it bleed | C |
| Could wind it up into a glowing Fire | O |
| Then shift the Scene and teach it to expire | P |
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| Oft have I seen him on a Publick Stage | Q |
| Alone the gaping Multitude engage | Q |
| The Eyes and Ears of each Spectator draw | R |
| Command their Thoughts and give their Passions Law | R |
| While other Musick in Oblivion drown'd | C |
| Seem'd a dead Pulse or a neglected Sound | C |
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| Alas he's gone our Great Apollo's dead | C |
| And all that's sweet and tuneful with him fled | C |
| hibernia with one universal Cry | S |
| Laments its Loss and speaks his elegy | T |
| Farewel thou Author of refin'd Delight | C |
| Too little known too soon remov'd from Sight | C |
| Those Fingers which such Pleasure did convey | U |
| Must now become to stupid Worms a prey | U |
| Thy grateful fiddle with for ever stand | C |
| A silent Mourner for its master's Hand | C |
| Thy art is only to be match'd Above | V |
| Where Musick reigns and in that Musick Love | V |
| Where Thou wilt with the happy chorus join | W |
| And quickly Thy melodious soul refine | X |
| To the exalted pitch of Harmony Divine | X |
Thomas Parnell
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