Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount. On Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGHIJJCCKK LLMMNNOO PPQQRRSSTT UUCCSSVVCC| As some fond virgin whom her mother's care | A |
| Drags from the town to wholesome country air | A |
| Just when she learns to roll a melting eye | B |
| And hear a spark yet think no danger nigh | B |
| From the dear man unwilling she must sever | C |
| Yet takes one kiss before she parts for ever | C |
| Thus from the world fair Zephalinda flew | D |
| Saw others happy and with sighs withdrew | D |
| Not that their pleasures caused her discontent | E |
| She sigh'd not that they staid but that she went | E |
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| She went to plain work and to purling brooks | F |
| Old fashion'd halls dull aunts and croaking rooks | F |
| She went from opera park assembly play | G |
| To morning walks and prayers three hours a day | G |
| To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea | H |
| To muse and spill her solitary tea | I |
| Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon | J |
| Count the slow clock and dine exact at noon | J |
| Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire | C |
| Hum half a tune tell stories to the 'squire | C |
| Up to her godly garret after seven | K |
| There starve and pray for that's the way to heaven | K |
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| Some 'squire perhaps you take delight to rack | L |
| Whose game is whist whose treat a toast in sack | L |
| Who visits with a gun presents you birds | M |
| Then gives a smacking buss and cries No words | M |
| Or with his hound comes hallooing from the stable | N |
| Makes love with nods and knees beneath a table | N |
| Whose laughs are hearty though his jests are coarse | O |
| And loves you best of all things but his horse | O |
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| In some fair evening on your elbow laid | P |
| You dream of triumphs in the rural shade | P |
| In pensive thought recall the fancied scene | Q |
| See coronations rise on every green | Q |
| Before you pass the imaginary sights | R |
| Of lords and earls and dukes and garter'd knights | R |
| While the spread fan o'ershades your closing eyes | S |
| Then give one flirt and all the vision flies | S |
| Thus vanish sceptres coronets and balls | T |
| And leave you in lone woods or empty walls | T |
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| So when your slave at some dear idle time | U |
| Not plagued with headaches or the want of rhyme | U |
| Stands in the streets abstracted from the crew | C |
| And while he seems to study thinks of you | C |
| Just when his fancy paints your sprightly eyes | S |
| Or sees the blush of soft Parthenia rise | S |
| Gay pats my shoulder and you vanish quite | V |
| Streets chairs and coxcombs rush upon my sight | V |
| Vex'd to be still in town I knit my brow | C |
| Look sour and hum a tune as you do now | C |
Alexander Pope
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