Verses On Sir Joshua Reynold's Painted Window At New College, Oxford Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHH EEIIFJKKLLMMFFNNOOPP EEFF LLCCQQPPFFRRSSFFTTUU VVLWCCEEFF XXYYFFZZQQHHA2A2B2B2 A2A2AAC2C2LLFFD2D2E2 E2 F2F2QQFFAh stay thy treacherous hand forbear to trace | A |
Those faultless forms of elegance and grace | A |
Ah cease to spread the bright transparent mass | B |
With Titian's pencil o'er the speaking glass | B |
Nor steal by strokes of art with truth combin'd | C |
The fond illusions of my wayward mind | C |
For long enamour'd of a barbarous age | D |
A faithless truant to the classic page | D |
Long have I lov'd to catch the simple chime | E |
Of minstrel harps and spell the fabling rime | E |
To view the festive rites the knightly play | F |
That deck'd heroic Albion's elder day | F |
To mark the mouldering halls of barons bold | G |
And the rough castle cast in giant mould | G |
With Gothic manners Gothic arts explore | H |
And muse on the magnificence of yore | H |
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But chief enraptur'd have I lov'd to roam | E |
A lingering votary the vaulted dome | E |
Where the tall shafts that mount in massy pride | I |
Their mingling branches shoot from side to side | I |
Where elfin sculptors with fantastic clew | F |
O'er the long roof their wild embroidery drew | J |
Where Superstition with capricious hand | K |
In many a maze the wreathed window plann'd | K |
With hues romantic ting'd the gorgeous pane | L |
To fill with holy light the wondrous fane | L |
To aid the builder's model richly rude | M |
By no Vitruvian symmetry subdu'd | M |
To suit the genius of the mystic pile | F |
Whilst as around the far retiring aisle | F |
And fretted shrines with hoary trophies hung | N |
Her dark illumination wide she flung | N |
With new solemnity the nooks profound | O |
The caves of death and the dim arches frown'd | O |
From bliss long felt unwillingly we part | P |
Ah spare the weakness of a lover's heart | P |
Chase not the phantoms of my fairy dream | E |
Phantoms that shrink at Reason's painful gleam | E |
That softer touch insidious artist stay | F |
Nor to new joys my struggling breast betray | F |
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Such was a pensive bard's mistaken strain | L |
But oh of ravish'd pleasures why complain | L |
No more the matchless skill I call unkind | C |
That strives to disenchant my cheated mind | C |
For when again I view thy chaste design | Q |
The just proportion and the genuine line | Q |
Those native portraitures of Attic art | P |
That from the lucid surface seem to start | P |
Those tints that steal no glories from the day | F |
Nor ask the sun to lend his streaming ray | F |
The doubtful radiance of contending dyes | R |
That faintly mingle yet distinctly rise | R |
'Twixt light and shade the transitory strife | S |
The feature blooming with immortal life | S |
The stole in casual foldings taught to flow | F |
Not with ambitious ornaments to glow | F |
The tread majestic and the beaming eye | T |
That lifted speaks its commerce with the sky | T |
Heaven's golden emanation gleaming mild | U |
O'er the mean cradle of the Virgin's child | U |
Sudden the sombrous imagery is fled | V |
Which late my visionary rapture fed | V |
Thy powerful hand has broke the Gothic chain | L |
And brought my bosom back to truth again | W |
To truth by no peculiar taste confin'd | C |
Whose universal pattern strikes mankind | C |
To truth whose bold and unresisted aim | E |
Checks frail caprice and fashion's fickle claim | E |
To truth whose charms deception's magic quell | F |
And bind coy Fancy in a stronger spell | F |
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Ye brawny Prophets that in robes so rich | X |
At distance due possess the crisped niche | X |
Ye rows of Patriarchs that sublimely rear'd | Y |
Diffuse a proud primeval length of beard | Y |
Ye Saints who clad in crimson's bright array | F |
More pride than humble poverty display | F |
Ye Virgins meek that wear the palmy crown | Z |
Of patient faith and yet so fiercely frown | Z |
Ye Angels that from clouds of gold recline | Q |
But boast no semblance to a race divine | Q |
Ye tragic tales of legendary lore | H |
That draw devotion's ready tear no more | H |
Ye martyrdoms of unenlighten'd days | A2 |
Ye miracles that now no wonder raise | A2 |
Shapes that with one broad glare the gazer strike | B2 |
Kings bishops nuns apostles all alike | B2 |
Ye colours that th' unwary sight amaze | A2 |
And only dazzle in the noontide blaze | A2 |
No more the sacred window's round disgrace | A |
But yield to Grecian groups the shining space | A |
Lo from the canvas Beauty shifts her throne | C2 |
Lo Picture's powers a new formation own | C2 |
Behold she prints upon the crystal plain | L |
With her own energy th' expressive stain | L |
The mighty master spreads his mimic toil | F |
More wide nor only blends the breathing oil | F |
But calls the lineaments of life complete | D2 |
From genial alchymy's creative heat | D2 |
Obedient forms to the bright fusion gives | E2 |
While in the warm enamel Nature lives | E2 |
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Reynolds 'tis thine from the broad window's height | F2 |
To add new lustre to religious light | F2 |
Not of its pomp to strip this ancient shrine | Q |
But bid that pomp with purer radiance shine | Q |
With arts unknown before to reconcile | F |
The willing Graces to the Gothic pile | F |
Thomas Warton Jr.
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