Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - Part 03 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABABABB ABBBBBBCC ABDBDBEBB FGBGBGBHH FIJIJIJKK FAHAHAHBB FHAHAHABB FLBLBLBBB AABABABHHABBBBBBMN| XXI | A |
| It was amazement wonder and delight | B |
| Although not love that moved his cruel sense | A |
| Tell on quoth he unfold the chance aright | B |
| Thy people's lives I grant for recompense | A |
| Then she Behold the faulter here in sight | B |
| This hand committed that supposed offence | A |
| I took the image mine that fault that fact | B |
| Mine be the glory of that virtuous act | B |
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| XXII | A |
| This spotless lamb thus offered up her blood | B |
| To save the rest of Christ's selected fold | B |
| O noble lie was ever truth so good | B |
| Blest be the lips that such a leasing told | B |
| Thoughtful awhile remained the tyrant wood | B |
| His native wrath he gan a space withhold | B |
| And said That thou discover soon I will | C |
| What aid what counsel had'st thou in that ill | C |
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| XXIII | A |
| My lofty thoughts she answered him envied | B |
| Another's hand should work my high desire | D |
| The thirst of glory can no partner bide | B |
| With mine own self I did alone conspire | D |
| On thee alone the tyrant then replied | B |
| Shall fall the vengeance of my wrath and ire | E |
| Tis just and right quoth she I yield consent | B |
| Mine be the honor mine the punishment | B |
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| XXIV | F |
| The wretch of new enraged at the same | G |
| Asked where she hid the image so conveyed | B |
| Not hid quoth she but quite consumed with flame | G |
| The idol is of that eternal maid | B |
| For so at least I have preserved the same | G |
| With hands profane from being eft betrayed | B |
| My Lord the thing thus stolen demand no more | H |
| Here see the thief that scorneth death therefor | H |
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| XXV | F |
| And yet no theft was this yours was the sin | I |
| I brought again what you unjustly took | J |
| This heard the tyrant did for rage begin | I |
| To whet his teeth and bend his frowning look | J |
| No pity youth fairness no grace could win | I |
| Joy comfort hope the virgin all forsook | J |
| Wrath killed remorse vengeance stopped mercy's breath | K |
| Love's thrall to hate and beauty's slave to death | K |
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| XXVI | F |
| Ta'en was the damsel and without remorse | A |
| The king condemned her guiltless to the fire | H |
| Her veil and mantle plucked they off by force | A |
| And bound her tender arms in twisted wire | H |
| Dumb was the silver dove while from her corse | A |
| These hungry kites plucked off her rich attire | H |
| And for some deal perplexed was her sprite | B |
| Her damask late now changed to purest white | B |
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| XXVII | F |
| The news of this mishap spread far and near | H |
| The people ran both young and old to gaze | A |
| Olindo also ran and gan to fear | H |
| His lady was some partner in this case | A |
| But when he found her bound stript from her gear | H |
| And vile tormentors ready saw in place | A |
| He broke the throng and into presence brast | B |
| And thus bespake the king in rage and haste | B |
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| XXXVIII | F |
| Not so not so this grief shall bear away | L |
| From me the honor of so noble feat | B |
| She durst not did not could not so convey | L |
| The massy substance of that idol great | B |
| What sleight had she the wardens to betray | L |
| What strength to heave the goddess form her seat | B |
| No no my Lord she sails but with my wind | B |
| Ah thus he loved yet was his love unkind | B |
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| XXIX | A |
| He added further Where the shining glass | A |
| Lets in the light amid your temple's side | B |
| By broken by ways did I inward pass | A |
| And in that window made a postern wide | B |
| Nor shall therefore this ill advised lass | A |
| Usurp the glory should this fact betide | B |
| Mine be these bonds mine be these flames so pure | H |
| O glorious death more glorious sepulture | H |
| XXX | A |
| Sophronia raised her modest looks from ground | B |
| And on her lover bent her eyesight mild | B |
| Tell me what fury what conceit unsound | B |
| Presenteth here to death so sweet a child | B |
| Is not in me sufficient courage found | B |
| To bear the anger of this tyrant wild | B |
| Or hath fond love thy heart so over gone | M |
| Wouldst thou not live nor let me die alone | N |
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