To My Father (translated From Milton) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Oh that Pieria's spring would thro' my breastA
Pour its inspiring influence and rushB
No rill but rather an o'erflowing floodC
That for my venerable Father's sakeD
All meaner themes renounced my Muse on wingsE
Of Duty borne might reach a loftier strainF
For thee my Father howsoe'er it pleaseG
She frames this slender work nor know I aughtC
That may thy gifts more suitably requiteC
Though to requite them suitably would askH
Returns much nobler and surpassing farI
The meagre stores of verbal gratitudeC
But such as I possess I send thee allJ
This page presents thee in their full amountC
With thy son's treasures and the sum is noughtC
Naught save the riches that from airy dreamsK
In secret grottos and in laurel bow'rsK
I have by golden Clio's gift acquir'dC
Verse is a work divine despise not thouL
Verse therefore which evinces nothing moreM
Man's heav'nly source and which retaining stillN
Some scintillations of Promethean fireO
Bespeaks him animated from aboveP
The Gods love verse the infernal Pow'rs themselvesK
Confess the influence of verse which stirsK
The lowest Deep and binds in triple chainsK
Of adamant both Pluto and the shadesK
In verse the Delphic priestess and the paleQ
Tremulous Sybil make the Future knownR
And He who sacrifices on the shrineS
Hangs verse both when he smites the threat'ning bullT
And when he spreads his reeking entrails wideC
To scrutinize the Fates envelop'd thereU
We too ourselves what time we seek againV
Our native skies and one eternal NowL
Shall be the only measure of our BeingW
Crown'd all with gold and chanting to the lyreX
Harmonious verse shall range the courts aboveP
And make the starry firmament resoundC
And even now the fiery Spirit pureY
That wheels yon circling orbs directs himselfZ
Their mazy dance with melody of verseK
Unutt'rable immortal hearing whichA2
Huge Ophiuchus holds his hiss suppress'dC
Orion soften'd drops his ardent bladeC
And Atlas stands unconscious of his loadC
Verse graced of old the feasts of kings ere yetC
Luxurious dainties destin'd to the gulphZ
Immense of gluttony were known and ereU
Lyaeus deluged yet the temp'rate boardC
Then sat the bard a customary guestC
To share the banquet and his length of locksK
With beechen honours bound proposed in verseK
The characters of Heroes and their deedsK
To imitation sang of Chaos oldC
Of Nature's birth of Gods that crept in searchB2
Of acorns fall'n and of the thunderboltC
Not yet produc'd from Aetna's fiery caveZ
And what avails at last tune without voiceK
Devoid of matter Such may suit perhapsK
The rural dance but such was ne'er the songC2
Of Orpheus whom the streams stood still to hearD2
And the oaks follow'd Not by chords aloneR
Well touch'd but by resistless accents moreM
To sympathetic tears the Ghosts themselvesK
He mov'd these praises to his verse he owesK
Nor Thou persist I pray thee still to slightC
The sacred Nine and to imagine vainF
And useless Pow'rs by whom inspir'd thyselfZ
Art skillfill to associate verse with airsK
Harmonious and to give the human voiceK
A thousand modulations heir by rightC
Indisputable of Arion's fameE2
Now say what wonder is it if a sonF2
Of thine delight in verse if so conjoin'dC
In close affinity we sympathizeK
In social arts and kindred studies sweetC
Such distribution of himself to usK
Was Phoebus' choice thou hast thy gift and IG2
Mine also and between us we receiveZ
Father and son the whole inspiring GodC
No Howsoe'er the semblance thou assumeH2
Of hate thou hatest not the gentle MuseK
My Father for thou never bad'st me treadC
The beaten path and broad that leads right onI2
To opulence nor did'st condemn thy sonF2
To the insipid clamours of the barI
To laws voluminous and ill observ'dC
But wishing to enrich me more to fillN
My mind with treasure led'st me far awayJ2
From city din to deep retreats to banksK
And streams Aonian and with free consentC
Didst place me happy at Apollo's sideC
I speak not now on more important themesK
Intent of common benefits and suchK2
As Nature bids but of thy larger giftsK
My Father who when I had open'd onceK
The stores of Roman rhetoric and learn'dC
The full ton'd language of the eloquent GreeksK
Whose lofty music grac'd the lips of JoveZ
Thyself did'st counsel me to add the flow'rsK
That Gallia boasts those too with which the smoothL2
Italian his degentrate speech adornsK
That witnesses his mixture with the GothM2
And Palestine's prophetic songs divineS
To sum the whole whate'er the Heav'n containsK
The Earth beneath it and the Air betweenN2
The Rivers and the restless deep may allJ
Prove intellectual gain to me my wishO2
Concurring with thy will Science herselfZ
All cloud removed inclines her beauteous headC
And offers me the lip if dull of heartC
I shrink not and decline her gracious boonP2
Go now and gather dross ye sordid mindsK
That covet it what could my Father moreM
What more could Jove himself unless he gaveZ
His own abode the heav'n in which he reignsK
More eligible gifts than these were notC
Apollo's to his son had they been safeZ
As they were insecure who made the boyQ2
The world's vice luminary bade him ruleR2
The radiant chariot of the day and bindC
To his young brows his own all dazzling wreathS2
I therefore although last and least my placeK
Among the Learned in the laurel groveZ
Will hold and where the conqu'ror's ivy twinesK
Henceforth exempt from th'unletter'd throngC2
Profane nor even to be seen by suchK2
Away then sleepless Care Complaint awayJ2
And Envy with thy 'jealous leer malign'P2
Nor let the monster Calumny shoot forthT2
Her venom'd tongue at me Detested foesK
Ye all are impotent against my peaceK
For I am privileged and bear my breastC
Safe and too high for your viperean woundC
But thou my Father since to render thanksK
Equivalent and to requite by deedsK
Thy liberality exceeds my powerO
Sufffice it that I thus record thy giftsK
And bear them treasur'd in a grateful mindC
Ye too the favourite pastime of my youthU2
My voluntary numbers if ye dareU
To hope longevity and to surviveZ
Your master's funeral pile not soon absorb'dC
In the oblivious Lethaean gulphZ
Shall to Futurity perhaps conveyZ
This theme and by these praises of my sireO
Improve the Fathers of a distant ageV2

William Cowper



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