Epistle To The Bishop Of Landaff Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEAAFFGGHHIJKK LLMNGGCCOOLLPPQQRRSS TTUUDDVVAAWW| Christmas Day | A |
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| Thy fav'rite Prelate haste my verse to greet | B |
| Adorning nature in his sylvan seat | B |
| His southern hermit his unchanging friend | C |
| Sends him such tribute as the heart may send | C |
| Love that in honouring a peaceful sage | D |
| Invokes all blessings on his hallowed age | D |
| Though many a mountain rears its head between | E |
| His wood crown'd mansion and my cell marine | E |
| In mental vision I his form survey | A |
| Thro' various periods of our vital day | A |
| Now as his manly figure struck my sight | F |
| When first I heard his voice with new delight | F |
| Imparting science or celestial truth | G |
| With Latin eloquence to English youth | G |
| And now as when o'erpowering sceptic strife | H |
| In his mild vigor of maturer life | H |
| His liberal spirit gain'd the world's applause | I |
| The mitred champion of the Christian cause | J |
| Oh ever friendly to a guileless bard | K |
| Whose pure ambition sought thy kind regard | K |
| How fervently I wish that verse of mine | L |
| Nor vain nor languid tho' in life's decline | L |
| Might thro' thy heart the cheering glow diffuse | M |
| That friendship welcomes from no venal muse | N |
| When worth time honour'd still as frank as youth | G |
| Owns that her words of praise are words of truth | G |
| Benign Landaff to liberal arts a friend | C |
| May all those arts thy well earned fame attend | C |
| Grateful for all thy kindness to his sire | O |
| My filial sculptor with Promethean fire | O |
| While yet a boy confess'd a proud design | L |
| To make thy spirit in his marble shine | L |
| And with expression eloquently just | P |
| Charm future Christians by thy breathing bust | P |
| That hope with many a plan devoutly bold | Q |
| The great disposer of our days controll'd | Q |
| Saw tortured youth angelically calm | R |
| And call'd the martyr to his heav'nly palm | R |
| If love inherent in a parent's heart | S |
| Sighs for that lost Marcellus of his art | S |
| Still can I joy that with rare length of days | T |
| Heaven yet allows my hallow'd friend to raise | T |
| And with his own more energetic hand | U |
| Whose works the ravages of time withstand | U |
| A portrait of himself thou much lov'd sage | D |
| Far yet extend that biographic page | D |
| Where conscious of existence well employ'd | V |
| And mental treasures gratefully enjoy'd | V |
| Thy virtuous age will morally display | A |
| The various labours of thy useful day | A |
| And in thy own rich eloquence enshrin'd | W |
| Leave thy instructive life a lesson for mankind | W |
William Hayley
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