On The Death Of The Bishop Of Ely.[1] Anno Aetates 17. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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My 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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