The Rape Of The Lock (canto 3) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBBCDEEFFGGAAHH CCIIAAAABBJIKKCCAA LLCCMMNN CC AAOOPPKKAAPPQQCRSS PPAATTUUVV AAWWGGAAXXYY AAZZA2A2B2B2GGAAXX B2B2CC C2C2AATTD2D2D2D2D2D2 AANND2D2CC A2A2AAD2D2AAD2D2CCCC D2D2D2D2D2D2D2D2 D2D2D2D2NE2CC AAD2D2XX IICCD2D2AAF2G2D2D2CC D2D2A2A2| Close by those meads for ever crown'd with flow'rs | A |
| Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs | A |
| There stands a structure of majestic frame | B |
| Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name | B |
| Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom | B |
| Of foreign tyrants and of nymphs at home | B |
| Here thou great Anna whom three realms obey | C |
| Dost sometimes counsel take and sometimes tea | D |
| Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort | E |
| To taste awhile the pleasures of a court | E |
| In various talk th' instructive hours they pass'd | F |
| Who gave the ball or paid the visit last | F |
| One speaks the glory of the British queen | G |
| And one describes a charming Indian screen | G |
| A third interprets motions looks and eyes | A |
| At ev'ry word a reputation dies | A |
| Snuff or the fan supply each pause of chat | H |
| With singing laughing ogling and all that | H |
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| Meanwhile declining from the noon of day | C |
| The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray | C |
| The hungry judges soon the sentence sign | I |
| And wretches hang that jury men may dine | I |
| The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace | A |
| And the long labours of the toilet cease | A |
| Belinda now whom thirst of fame invites | A |
| Burns to encounter two adventrous knights | A |
| At ombre singly to decide their doom | B |
| And swells her breast with conquests yet to come | B |
| Straight the three bands prepare in arms to join | J |
| Each band the number of the sacred nine | I |
| Soon as she spreads her hand th' aerial guard | K |
| Descend and sit on each important card | K |
| First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore | C |
| Then each according to the rank they bore | C |
| For Sylphs yet mindful of their ancient race | A |
| Are as when women wondrous fond of place | A |
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| Behold four Kings in majesty rever'd | L |
| With hoary whiskers and a forky beard | L |
| And four fair Queens whose hands sustain a flow'r | C |
| Th' expressive emblem of their softer pow'r | C |
| Four Knaves in garbs succinct a trusty band | M |
| Caps on their heads and halberds in their hand | M |
| And parti colour'd troops a shining train | N |
| Draw forth to combat on the velvet plain | N |
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| The skilful nymph reviews her force with care | C |
| Let Spades be trumps she said and trumps they were | C |
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| Now move to war her sable Matadores | A |
| In show like leaders of the swarthy Moors | A |
| Spadillio first unconquerable lord | O |
| Led off two captive trumps and swept the board | O |
| As many more Manillio forc'd to yield | P |
| And march'd a victor from the verdant field | P |
| Him Basto follow'd but his fate more hard | K |
| Gain'd but one trump and one plebeian card | K |
| With his broad sabre next a chief in years | A |
| The hoary Majesty of Spades appears | A |
| Puts forth one manly leg to sight reveal'd | P |
| The rest his many colour'd robe conceal'd | P |
| The rebel Knave who dares his prince engage | Q |
| Proves the just victim of his royal rage | Q |
| Ev'n mighty Pam that kings and queens o'erthrew | C |
| And mow'd down armies in the fights of loo | R |
| Sad chance of war now destitute of aid | S |
| Falls undistinguish'd by the victor Spade | S |
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| Thus far both armies to Belinda yield | P |
| Now to the baron fate inclines the field | P |
| His warlike Amazon her host invades | A |
| Th' imperial consort of the crown of Spades | A |
| The Club's black tyrant first her victim died | T |
| Spite of his haughty mien and barb'rous pride | T |
| What boots the regal circle on his head | U |
| His giant limbs in state unwieldy spread | U |
| That long behind he trails his pompous robe | V |
| And of all monarchs only grasps the globe | V |
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| The baron now his diamonds pours apace | A |
| Th' embroider'd King who shows but half his face | A |
| And his refulgent Queen with pow'rs combin'd | W |
| Of broken troops an easy conquest find | W |
| Clubs Diamonds Hearts in wild disorder seen | G |
| With throngs promiscuous strow the level green | G |
| Thus when dispers'd a routed army runs | A |
| Of Asia's troops and Afric's sable sons | A |
| With like confusion diff'rent nations fly | X |
| Of various habit and of various dye | X |
| The pierc'd battalions disunited fall | Y |
| In heaps on heaps one fate o'erwhelms them all | Y |
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| The Knave of Diamonds tries his wily arts | A |
| And wins oh shameful chance the Queen of Hearts | A |
| At this the blood the virgin's cheek forsook | Z |
| A livid paleness spreads o'er all her look | Z |
| She sees and trembles at th' approaching ill | A2 |
| Just in the jaws of ruin and codille | A2 |
| And now as oft in some distemper'd state | B2 |
| On one nice trick depends the gen'ral fate | B2 |
| An Ace of Hearts steps forth The King unseen | G |
| Lurk'd in her hand and mourn'd his captive Queen | G |
| He springs to vengeance with an eager pace | A |
| And falls like thunder on the prostrate Ace | A |
| The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky | X |
| The walls the woods and long canals reply | X |
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| Oh thoughtless mortals ever blind to fate | B2 |
| Too soon dejected and too soon elate | B2 |
| Sudden these honours shall be snatch'd away | C |
| And curs'd for ever this victorious day | C |
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| For lo the board with cups and spoons is crown'd | C2 |
| The berries crackle and the mill turns round | C2 |
| On shining altars of Japan they raise | A |
| The silver lamp the fiery spirits blaze | A |
| From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide | T |
| While China's earth receives the smoking tide | T |
| At once they gratify their scent and taste | D2 |
| And frequent cups prolong the rich repast | D2 |
| Straight hover round the fair her airy band | D2 |
| Some as she sipp'd the fuming liquor fann'd | D2 |
| Some o'er her lap their careful plumes display'd | D2 |
| Trembling and conscious of the rich brocade | D2 |
| Coffee which makes the politician wise | A |
| And see through all things with his half shut eyes | A |
| Sent up in vapours to the baron's brain | N |
| New stratagems the radiant lock to gain | N |
| Ah cease rash youth desist ere 'tis too late | D2 |
| Fear the just gods and think of Scylla's fate | D2 |
| Chang'd to a bird and sent to flit in air | C |
| She dearly pays for Nisus' injur'd hair | C |
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| But when to mischief mortals bend their will | A2 |
| How soon they find fit instruments of ill | A2 |
| Just then Clarissa drew with tempting grace | A |
| A two edg'd weapon from her shining case | A |
| So ladies in romance assist their knight | D2 |
| Present the spear and arm him for the fight | D2 |
| He takes the gift with rev'rence and extends | A |
| The little engine on his fingers' ends | A |
| This just behind Belinda's neck he spread | D2 |
| As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head | D2 |
| Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair | C |
| A thousand wings by turns blow back the hair | C |
| And thrice they twitch'd the diamond in her ear | C |
| Thrice she look'd back and thrice the foe drew near | C |
| Just in that instant anxious Ariel sought | D2 |
| The close recesses of the virgin's thought | D2 |
| As on the nosegay in her breast reclin'd | D2 |
| He watch'd th' ideas rising in her mind | D2 |
| Sudden he view'd in spite of all her art | D2 |
| An earthly lover lurking at her heart | D2 |
| Amaz'd confus'd he found his pow'r expir'd | D2 |
| Resign'd to fate and with a sigh retir'd | D2 |
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| The peer now spreads the glitt'ring forfex wide | D2 |
| T' inclose the lock now joins it to divide | D2 |
| Ev'n then before the fatal engine clos'd | D2 |
| A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd | D2 |
| Fate urg'd the shears and cut the Sylph in twain | N |
| But airy substance soon unites again | E2 |
| The meeting points the sacred hair dissever | C |
| From the fair head for ever and for ever | C |
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| Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes | A |
| And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies | A |
| Not louder shrieks to pitying Heav'n are cast | D2 |
| When husbands or when lap dogs breathe their last | D2 |
| Or when rich China vessels fall'n from high | X |
| In glitt'ring dust and painted fragments lie | X |
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| Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine | I |
| The victor cried the glorious prize is mine | I |
| While fish in streams or birds delight in air | C |
| Or in a coach and six the British fair | C |
| As long atAtalantis shall be read | D2 |
| Or the small pillow grace a lady's bed | D2 |
| While visits shall be paid on solemn days | A |
| When num'rous wax lights in bright order blaze | A |
| While nymphs take treats or assignations give | F2 |
| So long my honour name and praise shall live | G2 |
| What time would spare from steel receives its date | D2 |
| And monuments like men submit to fate | D2 |
| Steel could the labour of the gods destroy | C |
| And strike to dust th' imperial tow'rs of Troy | C |
| Steel could the works of mortal pride confound | D2 |
| And hew triumphal arches to the ground | D2 |
| What wonder then fair nymph thy hairs should feel | A2 |
| The conqu'ring force of unresisted steel | A2 |
Alexander Pope
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