On The Death Of The Bishop Of Ely.[1] Anno Aetates 17. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBBDDEEFFGGHHHH IJHHKKLLMMLLNNHHLLIJ OOPPLLMMHHLLQJRJHHJJ JJMMLLMMMy lids with grief were tumid yet | A |
And still my sullied cheek was wet | A |
With briny dews profusely shed | B |
For venerable Winton dead | B |
When Fame whose tales of saddest sound | C |
Alas are ever truest found | C |
The news through all our cities spread | B |
Of yet another mitred head | B |
By ruthless Fate to Death consign'd | D |
Ely the honour of his kind | D |
At once a storm of passion heav'd | E |
My boiling bosom much I grieved | E |
But more I raged at ev'ry breath | F |
Devoting Death himself to death | F |
With less revenge did Naso teem | G |
When hated Ibis was his theme | G |
With less Archilochus denied | H |
The lovely Greek his promis'd bride | H |
But lo while thus I execrate | H |
Incens'd the Minister of Fate | H |
Wondrous accents soft yet clear | I |
Wafted on the gale I hear | J |
Ah much deluded lay aside | H |
Thy threats and anger misapplied | H |
Art not afraid with sounds like these | K |
T'offend whom thou canst not appease | K |
Death is not wherefore dream'st thou thus | L |
The son of Night and Erebus | L |
Nor was of fel Erynnis born | M |
In gulphs where Chaos rules forlorn | M |
But sent from God his presence leaves | L |
To gather home his ripen'd sheaves | L |
To call encumber'd souls away | N |
From fleshly bonds to boundless day | N |
As when the winged Hours excite | H |
And summon forth the Morning light | H |
And each to convoy to her place | L |
Before th'Eternal Father's face | L |
But not the wicked Them severe | I |
Yet just from all their pleasures here | J |
He hurries to the realms below | O |
Terrific realms of penal woe | O |
Myself no sooner heard his call | P |
Than scaping through my prison wall | P |
I bade adieu to bolts and bars | L |
And soar'd with angels to the stars | L |
Like Him of old to whom 'twas giv'n | M |
To mount on fiery wheels to heav'n | M |
Bootes' wagon slow with cold | H |
Appall'd me not nor to behold | H |
The sword that vast Orion draws | L |
Or ev'n the Scorpion's horrid claws | L |
Beyond the Sun's bright orb I fly | Q |
And far beneath my feet descry | J |
Night's dread goddess seen with awe | R |
Whom her winged dragons draw | J |
Thus ever wond'ring at my speed | H |
Augmented still as I proceed | H |
I pass the Planetary sphere | J |
The Milky Way and now appear | J |
Heav'ns crystal battlements her door | J |
Of massy pearl and em'rald floor | J |
But here I cease For never can | M |
The tongue of once a mortal man | M |
In suitable description trace | L |
The pleasures of that happy place | L |
Suffice it that those joys divine | M |
Are all and all for ever mine | M |
William Cowper
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