Milton-s Appeal To Cromwell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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CROMWELL Act III sc ivA
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Stay I no longer can contain myselfA
But cry you Look on John who bares his mindB
To Oliver to Cromwell Milton speaksC
Despite a kindling eye and marvel deepD
A voice is lifted up without your leaveA
For I was never placed at council boardE
To speak my promptings When awed strangers comeF
Who've seen Fox Mazarin wince at the stingsG
In my epistles and bring admiring votesH
Of learned colleges they strain to seeI
My figure in the glare the usher uttersJ
'Behold and hearken that's my Lord Protector'sJ
Cousin that his son in law that next' who caresJ
Some perfumed puppet 'Milton ' 'He in blackK
Yon silent scribe who trims their eloquence '-
Still 'chronicling small beer ' such is my dutyI
Yea one whose thunder roared through martyr bonesJ
Till Pope and Louis Grand quaked on their thronesJ
And echoed 'Vengeance for the Vaudois ' whereL
The Sultan slumbers sick with scent of rosesJ
He is but the mute in this seraglioM
'Pure' Cromwell's CouncilM
But to be dumb and blind is overmuchN
Impatient Issachar kicks at the loadO
Yet diadems are burdens painfullerL
And I would spare thee that sore impositionP
Dear brother Noll I plead against thyselfA
Thou aim'st to be a king and in thine heartQ
What fool has said 'There is no king but thou '-
For thee the multitude waged war and wonP
The end thou art of wrestlings and of prayerL
Of sleepless watch long marches hunger tearsJ
And blood prolifically spilled homes lordlessJ
And homeless lords The mass must always sufferL
That one should reign the collar's but newly clamp'dR
And nothing but the name thereon is changedS
Master still masters mark you not the redT
Of shame unutterable in my sightless whiteU
Still hear me Cromwell speaking for your sakeV
These fifteen years we to you whole devotedW
Have sought for Liberty to give it theeI
To make our interests your huckster gainsJ
The king a lion slain that you may flayM
And wear the robe well worthily I say'tI
For I will not abase my brotherL
No I would keep him in the realm sereneX
My own ideal of heroes loved o'er IsraelM
And higher placed by me than all the othersJ
And such for tinkling titles hollow haloesJ
Like that around yon painted brow thou thouY
Apostle hero saint dishonor thyselfA
And snip and trim the flag of Naseby fieldZ
As scarf on which the maid of honor's dogA2
Will yelp some summer afternoon That swordE
Shrink into a sceptre brilliant bauble ThouY
Thrown on a lonely rock in storm of stateB2
Brain turned by safety's miracle thou risestB2
Upon the tott'ring stone whilst ocean ebbsJ
And reeking of no storms to come to morrowL
Or to morrow deem that a certain pedestalM
Whereon thou'lt be adored for e'er e'en whileM
It shakes o'ersets the rider Tremble thouY
For he who dazzles makes men Samson blindB2
Will see the pillars of his palace kissJ
E'en at the whelming ruin Then what wordB2
Of answer from your wreck when I demandB2
Account of Cromwell glory of the peopleM
Smothered in ashes through the dust thou'lt hearL
'What didst thou with thy virtue ' Will it respondB2
'When battered helm is doffed how soft is purpleM
On which to lay the head lulled by the praiseJ
Of thousand fluttering fans of flatterersJ
Wearied of war horse gratefully one glidesJ
In gilded barge or in crowned velvet carL
From gay Whitehall to gloomy Temple Bar '-
Where had you slipt that head were bleaching nowY
And that same rabble splitting for a hedgeC2
Had joined their rows to cheer the active headsmanP
Perchance in mockery they'd gird the skullM
With a hop leaf crown Bitter the brewing NollM
Are crowns the end all of ambition RememberL
Charles Stuart and that they who make can breakV
This same Whitehall may black its front with crapeD
And this broad window be the portal twiceJ
To lead upon a scaffold Frown or laughA
Laugh on as they did at Cassandra's speechN
But mark the prophetess was right Still laughA
Like the credulous Ethiop in his faith in starsJ
But give one thought to Stuart two for yourselfA
In his appointed hour all was forthcomingD2
Judge axe and deathsman veiled and my poor eyesJ
Descry as would thou saw'st a figure veiledB2
Uplooming there afar like sunrise comingD2
With blade that ne'er spared Judas 'midst free brethrenP
Stretch not the hand of Cromwell for the prizeJ
Meant not for him nor his Thou growest oldB2
The people are ever young Like her i' the chaseJ
Who drave a dart into her lover emboweredB2
Piercing the incense clouds the popular shaftB2
May slay thee in a random shot at TyrannyI
Man friend remain a Cromwell in thy nameE2
Rule and if thy son be worthy he and hisJ
So rule the rest for ages be it grander thusJ
To be a Cromwell than a CarolusJ
No lapdog combed by wantons but the watchN
Upon the freedom that we won DismissJ
Your flatterers let no harpings no gay songsJ
Prevent your calm dictation of good lawsJ
To guard to fortify and keep enlinkedB2
England and Freedom Be thine old self aloneF2
And make above all else accorded meI
My most desired claim on all posterityI
That thou in Milton's verse wert foremost of the freeI

Victor Marie Hugo



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