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 peruse | A |
| With candid eye the mimic Muse | A |
| What schemes of politics or laws | B |
| In Gallic lands the patriot draws | B |
| Is then a greater work in hand | C |
| Than all the tomes of Haines's band | C |
| 'Or shoots he folly as it flies | D |
| Or catches manners as they rise ' | E |
| Or urged by unquench'd native heat | F |
| Does St John Greenwich sports repeat | F |
| Where emulous of Chartres' fame | G |
| E'en Chartres' self is scarce a name | G |
| - | |
| To you the all envied gift of heaven | H |
| The indulgent gods unask'd have given | H |
| A form complete in every part | I |
| And to enjoy that gift the art | I |
| - | |
| What could a tender mother's care | J |
| Wish better to her favourite heir | J |
| Than wit and fame and lucky hours | K |
| A stock of health and golden showers | K |
| And graceful fluency of speech | L |
| Precepts before unknown to teach | L |
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| Amidst thy various ebbs of fear | M |
| And gleaming hope and black despair | J |
| Yet let thy friend this truth impart | I |
| A truth I tell with bleeding heart | I |
| In justice for your labours past | N |
| That every day shall be your last | N |
| That every hour you life renew | O |
| Is to your injured country due | O |
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| In spite of fears of mercy spite | P |
| My genius still must rail and write | P |
| Haste to thy Twickenham's safe retreat | F |
| And mingle with the grumbling great | Q |
| There half devoured by spleen you'll find | R |
| The rhyming bubbler of mankind | R |
| There objects of our mutual hate | Q |
| We'll ridicule both church and state | Q |
Alexander Pope
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