The Fourth Epistle Of The First Book Of Horace.[128] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFGG HHII JJKKLL MJIINNOO PPFQRRQQ

Say St John who alone peruseA
With candid eye the mimic MuseA
What schemes of politics or lawsB
In Gallic lands the patriot drawsB
Is then a greater work in handC
Than all the tomes of Haines's bandC
'Or shoots he folly as it fliesD
Or catches manners as they rise 'E
Or urged by unquench'd native heatF
Does St John Greenwich sports repeatF
Where emulous of Chartres' fameG
E'en Chartres' self is scarce a nameG
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To you the all envied gift of heavenH
The indulgent gods unask'd have givenH
A form complete in every partI
And to enjoy that gift the artI
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What could a tender mother's careJ
Wish better to her favourite heirJ
Than wit and fame and lucky hoursK
A stock of health and golden showersK
And graceful fluency of speechL
Precepts before unknown to teachL
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Amidst thy various ebbs of fearM
And gleaming hope and black despairJ
Yet let thy friend this truth impartI
A truth I tell with bleeding heartI
In justice for your labours pastN
That every day shall be your lastN
That every hour you life renewO
Is to your injured country dueO
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In spite of fears of mercy spiteP
My genius still must rail and writeP
Haste to thy Twickenham's safe retreatF
And mingle with the grumbling greatQ
There half devoured by spleen you'll findR
The rhyming bubbler of mankindR
There objects of our mutual hateQ
We'll ridicule both church and stateQ

Alexander Pope



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