Verses On Sir Joshua Reynold's Painted Window At New College, Oxford Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Ah stay thy treacherous hand forbear to traceA
Those faultless forms of elegance and graceA
Ah cease to spread the bright transparent massB
With Titian's pencil o'er the speaking glassB
Nor steal by strokes of art with truth combin'dC
The fond illusions of my wayward mindC
For long enamour'd of a barbarous ageD
A faithless truant to the classic pageD
Long have I lov'd to catch the simple chimeE
Of minstrel harps and spell the fabling rimeE
To view the festive rites the knightly playF
That deck'd heroic Albion's elder dayF
To mark the mouldering halls of barons boldG
And the rough castle cast in giant mouldG
With Gothic manners Gothic arts exploreH
And muse on the magnificence of yoreH
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But chief enraptur'd have I lov'd to roamE
A lingering votary the vaulted domeE
Where the tall shafts that mount in massy prideI
Their mingling branches shoot from side to sideI
Where elfin sculptors with fantastic clewF
O'er the long roof their wild embroidery drewJ
Where Superstition with capricious handK
In many a maze the wreathed window plann'dK
With hues romantic ting'd the gorgeous paneL
To fill with holy light the wondrous faneL
To aid the builder's model richly rudeM
By no Vitruvian symmetry subdu'dM
To suit the genius of the mystic pileF
Whilst as around the far retiring aisleF
And fretted shrines with hoary trophies hungN
Her dark illumination wide she flungN
With new solemnity the nooks profoundO
The caves of death and the dim arches frown'dO
From bliss long felt unwillingly we partP
Ah spare the weakness of a lover's heartP
Chase not the phantoms of my fairy dreamE
Phantoms that shrink at Reason's painful gleamE
That softer touch insidious artist stayF
Nor to new joys my struggling breast betrayF
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Such was a pensive bard's mistaken strainL
But oh of ravish'd pleasures why complainL
No more the matchless skill I call unkindC
That strives to disenchant my cheated mindC
For when again I view thy chaste designQ
The just proportion and the genuine lineQ
Those native portraitures of Attic artP
That from the lucid surface seem to startP
Those tints that steal no glories from the dayF
Nor ask the sun to lend his streaming rayF
The doubtful radiance of contending dyesR
That faintly mingle yet distinctly riseR
'Twixt light and shade the transitory strifeS
The feature blooming with immortal lifeS
The stole in casual foldings taught to flowF
Not with ambitious ornaments to glowF
The tread majestic and the beaming eyeT
That lifted speaks its commerce with the skyT
Heaven's golden emanation gleaming mildU
O'er the mean cradle of the Virgin's childU
Sudden the sombrous imagery is fledV
Which late my visionary rapture fedV
Thy powerful hand has broke the Gothic chainL
And brought my bosom back to truth againW
To truth by no peculiar taste confin'dC
Whose universal pattern strikes mankindC
To truth whose bold and unresisted aimE
Checks frail caprice and fashion's fickle claimE
To truth whose charms deception's magic quellF
And bind coy Fancy in a stronger spellF
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Ye brawny Prophets that in robes so richX
At distance due possess the crisped nicheX
Ye rows of Patriarchs that sublimely rear'dY
Diffuse a proud primeval length of beardY
Ye Saints who clad in crimson's bright arrayF
More pride than humble poverty displayF
Ye Virgins meek that wear the palmy crownZ
Of patient faith and yet so fiercely frownZ
Ye Angels that from clouds of gold reclineQ
But boast no semblance to a race divineQ
Ye tragic tales of legendary loreH
That draw devotion's ready tear no moreH
Ye martyrdoms of unenlighten'd daysA2
Ye miracles that now no wonder raiseA2
Shapes that with one broad glare the gazer strikeB2
Kings bishops nuns apostles all alikeB2
Ye colours that th' unwary sight amazeA2
And only dazzle in the noontide blazeA2
No more the sacred window's round disgraceA
But yield to Grecian groups the shining spaceA
Lo from the canvas Beauty shifts her throneC2
Lo Picture's powers a new formation ownC2
Behold she prints upon the crystal plainL
With her own energy th' expressive stainL
The mighty master spreads his mimic toilF
More wide nor only blends the breathing oilF
But calls the lineaments of life completeD2
From genial alchymy's creative heatD2
Obedient forms to the bright fusion givesE2
While in the warm enamel Nature livesE2
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Reynolds 'tis thine from the broad window's heightF2
To add new lustre to religious lightF2
Not of its pomp to strip this ancient shrineQ
But bid that pomp with purer radiance shineQ
With arts unknown before to reconcileF
The willing Graces to the Gothic pileF

Thomas Warton Jr.



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