Solomon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGG HHIJKKLLBBMM NNEOPPQQRRSSTTUUVV LLMMWWXY ZZA2A2B2B2DDC2C2D2D2 E2E2F2F2 QQG2G2H2I2J2J2HHK2K2 L2L2M2M2TTWWN2N2O2F2 KKP2P2Q2Q2R2R2XM2XYB 2B2S2S2 KKLLT2T2J2J2U2U2V2TK KW2W2X2X2WWWW CCY2Z2WWWWA3A3TT WWDWWWMMTT WWA3A3DDWW W2W2MMT2T2B3C3WWV2TM MQQXYD3E3| As thro' the Psalms from theme to theme I chang'd | A |
| Methinks like Eve in Paradice I rang'd | A |
| And ev'ry grace of song I seem'd to see | B |
| As the gay pride of ev'ry season she | B |
| She gently treading all the walks around | C |
| Admir'd the springing beauties of the ground | C |
| The lilly glist'ring with the morning dew | D |
| The rose in red the violet in blew | D |
| The pink in pale the bells in purple rows | E |
| And tulips colour'd in a thousand shows | E |
| Then here and there perhaps she pull'd a flow'r | F |
| To strew with moss and paint her leafy bow'r | F |
| And here and there like her I went along | G |
| Chose a bright strain and bid it deck my song | G |
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| But now the sacred Singer leaves mine eye | H |
| Crown'd as he was I think he mounts on high | H |
| Ere this Devotion bore his heav'nly psalms | I |
| And now himself bears up his harp and palms | J |
| Go saint triumphant leave the changing sight | K |
| So fitted out you suit the realms of light | K |
| But let thy glorious robe at parting go | L |
| Those realms have robes of more effulgent show | L |
| It flies it falls the flutt'ring silk I see | B |
| Thy son has caught it and he sings like thee | B |
| With such election of a theme divine | M |
| And such sweet grace as conquers all but thine | M |
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| Hence ev'ry writer o'er the fabled streams | N |
| Where frolick fancies sport with idle dreams | N |
| Or round the sight enchanted clouds dispose | E |
| Whence wanton cupids shoot with gilded bows | O |
| A nobler writer strains more brightly wrought | P |
| Themes more exulted fill my wond'ring thought | P |
| The parted skies are track'd with flames above | Q |
| As love descends to meet ascending love | Q |
| The seasons flourish where the spouses meet | R |
| And earth in gardens spreads beneath their feet | R |
| This fresh bloom prospect in the bosom throngs | S |
| When Solomon begins his song of songs | S |
| Bids the rap'd soul to Lebanon repair | T |
| And lays the scenes of all his action there | T |
| Where as he wrote and from the bow'r survey'd | U |
| The scenting groves or answ'ring knots he made | U |
| His sacred art the sights of nature brings | V |
| Beyond their use to figure heav'nly things | V |
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| Great son of God whose gospel pleas'd to throw | L |
| Round thy rich glory veils of earthly show | L |
| Who made the vineyard oft thy church design | M |
| Who made the marriage feast a type of thine | M |
| Assist my verses which attempt to trace | W |
| The shadow'd beauties of celestial grace | W |
| And with illapses of seraphick fire | X |
| The work which pleas'd thee once once more inspire | Y |
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| Look or illusion's airy visions draw | Z |
| Or now I walk the gardens which I saw | Z |
| Where silver waters feed a flow'ring spring | A2 |
| And winds salute it with a balmy wing | A2 |
| There on a bank whose shades directly rise | B2 |
| To screen the sun and not exclude the skies | B2 |
| There sits the sacred church methinks I view | D |
| The spouse's aspect and her ensigns too | D |
| Her face has features where the virtues reign | C2 |
| Her hands the book of sacred love contain | C2 |
| A light truth's emblem on her bosom shines | D2 |
| And at her side the meekest lamb reclines | D2 |
| And oft on heav'nly lectures in the book | E2 |
| And oft on heav'n itself she cast a look | E2 |
| Sweet humble fervent zeal that works within | F2 |
| At length bursts forth and raptures thus begin | F2 |
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| Let Him that Him my soul adores above | Q |
| In close communions breath his holy love | Q |
| For these bless'd words his pleasing lips impart | G2 |
| Beyond all cordials chear the fainting heart | G2 |
| As rich and sweet the precious ointments stream | H2 |
| So rich thy graces flow so sweet thy name | I2 |
| Diffuses sacred joy tis hence we find | J2 |
| Affection rais'd in ev'ry virgin mind | J2 |
| For this we come the daughters here and I | H |
| Still draw we forward and behold I fly | H |
| I fly through mercy when my king invites | K2 |
| To tread his chambers of sincere delights | K2 |
| There join'd by mystick union I rejoice | L2 |
| Exalt my temper and enlarge my voice | L2 |
| And celebrate thy joys supremely more | M2 |
| Than earthly bliss thus upright hearts adore | M2 |
| Nor you ye maids who breath of Salem's air | T |
| Nor you refuse that I conduct you there | T |
| Tho' clouding darkness hath eclips'd my face | W |
| Dark as I am I shine with beams of grace | W |
| As the black tents where Ishmael's line abides | N2 |
| With glitt'ring trophies dress their inward sides | N2 |
| Or as thy curtains Solomon are seen | O2 |
| Whose plaits conceal a golden throne within | F2 |
| 'Twere wrong to judge me by the carnal sight | K |
| And yet my visage was by nature white | K |
| But fiery suns which persecute the meek | P2 |
| Found me abroad and scorch'd my rosy cheek | P2 |
| The world my brethren they were angry grown | Q2 |
| They made me dress a vineyard not my own | Q2 |
| Among their rites their vines I learn'd to dwell | R2 |
| And in the mean employ my beauty fell | R2 |
| By frailty lost I gave my labour o'er | X |
| And my own vineyard grew deform'd the more | M2 |
| Behold I turn O say my soul's desire | X |
| Where do'st thou feed thy flock and where retire | Y |
| To rest that flock when noon tide heats arise | B2 |
| Shepherd of Israel teach my dubious eyes | B2 |
| To guide me right for why shou'd thine abide | S2 |
| Where wand'ring shepherds turn their flocks aside | S2 |
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| So spake the church and sigh'd a purple light | K |
| Sprung forth the Godhead stood reveal'd to sight | K |
| And heav'n and nature smil'd as white as snow | L |
| His seamless vesture loosely fell below | L |
| Sedate and pleas'd he nodded round his head | T2 |
| The pointed glory shook and thus he said | T2 |
| If thou the loveliest of the beauteous kind | J2 |
| If thou canst want thy shepherd's walk to find | J2 |
| Go by the foot steps where my flocks have trod | U2 |
| My saints obedient to the laws of God | U2 |
| Go where their tents my teaching servants rear | V2 |
| And feed the kids thy young believers there | T |
| Shou'd thus my flocks increase my fair delight | K |
| I view their numbers and compare the sight | K |
| To Pharaoh's Horses when they take the field | W2 |
| Beat plains to dust and make the nations yield | W2 |
| With rows of gems thy comely cheeks I deck | X2 |
| And chains of pendant gold o'erflow thy neck | X2 |
| For so like gems the riches of my grace | W |
| And so descending glory chears thy face | W |
| Gay bridal robes a flow'ring silver strows | W |
| Bright gold engrailing on the border glows | W |
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| He spake the spouse admiring heard the sound | C |
| Then meekly bending on the sacred ground | C |
| She cries Oh present to my ravish'd breast | Y2 |
| This sweet communion is an inward feast | Z2 |
| There sits the king while all around our heads | W |
| His grace my Spikenard pleasing odours sheds | W |
| About my soul his holy comfort flies | W |
| So closely treasur'd in the bosom lies | W |
| The bundled myrrhe so sweet the scented gale | A3 |
| Breaths all En gedi's aromatick vale | A3 |
| Now says the king my love I see thee fair | T |
| Thine eyes for mildness with the dove's compare | T |
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| No thou belov'd art fair the church replies | W |
| Since all my beauties but from thee arise | W |
| All fair all pleasant these communions shew | D |
| Thy councels pleasant and thy comforts so | W |
| And as at marriage feasts they strow the flow'rs | W |
| With nuptial chaplets hang the summer bow'rs | W |
| And make the rooms of smelling cedars fine | M |
| Where the fond bridegroom and the bride recline | M |
| I dress my soul with such exceeding care | T |
| With such with more to court thy presence there | T |
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| Well hast thou prais'd he says the Sharon rose | W |
| Through flow'ry fields a pleasing odour throws | W |
| The valley lillies ravish'd sense regale | A3 |
| And with pure whiteness paint their humble vale | A3 |
| Such names of sweetness are thy lover's due | D |
| And thou my love be thou a lilly too | D |
| A lilly set in thorns for all I see | W |
| All other daughters are as thorns to thee | W |
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| Then she the trees that pleasing apples yield | W2 |
| Surpass the barren trees that cloath the field | W2 |
| So you surpass the sons with worth divine | M |
| So shade and fruit as well as shade is thine | M |
| I sat me down and saw thy branches spread | T2 |
| And green protection flourish o'er my head | T2 |
| I saw thy fruit the soul's celestial food | B3 |
| I pull'd I tasted and I found it good | C3 |
| Hence in the spirit to the blissful seats | W |
| Where love to feast mysteriously retreats | W |
| He led me forth I saw the banner rear | V2 |
| And love was pencil'd for the motto there | T |
| Prophets and teachers in your care combine | M |
| Stay me with apples comfort me with wine | M |
| The cordial promises of joys above | Q |
| For hope deferr'd has made me sick with love | Q |
| Ah while my tongue reveals my fond desire | X |
| His hands support me least my life expire | Y |
| As round a child the parent's arms are plac'd | D3 |
| This holds the head and that | E3 |
Thomas Parnell
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