The Rape Of The Lock (canto 5) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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She said the pitying audience melt in tears	A
But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears	B
In vain Thalestris with reproach assails	C
For who can move when fair Belinda fails	C
Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain	D
While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain	D
Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her fan	E
Silence ensu'd and thus the nymph began	E
Say why are beauties prais'd and honour'd most	F
The wise man's passion and the vain man's toast	F
Why deck'd with all that land and sea afford	G
Why angels call'd and angel like ador'd	G
Why round our coaches crowd the white glov'd beaux	H
Why bows the side box from its inmost rows	I
How vain are all these glories all our pains	J
Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains	J
That men may say when we the front box grace	K
'Behold the first in virtue as in face '	L
Oh if to dance all night and dress all day	M
Charm'd the smallpox or chas'd old age away	M
Who would not scorn what housewife's cares produce	N
Or who would learn one earthly thing of use	N
To patch nay ogle might become a saint	O
Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint	O
But since alas frail beauty must decay	M
Curl'd or uncurl'd since locks will turn to grey	M
Since painted or not painted all shall fade	P
And she who scorns a man must die a maid	P
What then remains but well our pow'r to use	N
And keep good humour still whate'er we lose	Q
And trust me dear good humour can prevail	R
When airs and flights and screams and scolding fail	R
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll	S
Charms strike the sight but merit wins the soul	S
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So spoke the dame but no applause ensu'd	T
Belinda frown'd Thalestris call'd her prude	T
To arms to arms the fierce virago cries	U
And swift as lightning to the combat flies	U
All side in parties and begin th' attack	V
Fans clap silks rustle and tough whalebones crack	V
Heroes' and heroines' shouts confus'dly rise	U
And bass and treble voices strike the skies	U
No common weapons in their hands are found	W
Like gods they fight nor dread a mortal wound	W
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So when bold Homer makes the gods engage	X
And heav'nly breasts with human passions rage	X
'Gainst Pallas Mars Latona Hermes arms	Y
And all Olympus rings with loud alarms	Y
Jove's thunder roars heav'n trembles all around	W
Blue Neptune storms the bellowing deeps resound	W
Earth shakes her nodding tow'rs the ground gives way	M
And the pale ghosts start at the flash of day	M
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Triumphant Umbriel on a sconce's height	Z
Clapp'd his glad wings and sate to view the fight	Z
Propp'd on their bodkin spears the sprites survey	M
The growing combat or assist the fray	M
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While through the press enrag'd Thalestris flies	U
And scatters death around from both her eyes	U
A beau and witling perish'd in the throng	A2
One died in metaphor and one in song	A2
O cruel nymph a living death I bear	B2
Cried Dapperwit and sunk beside his chair	B2
A mournful glance Sir Fopling upwards cast	C2
Those eyes are made so killing was his last	C2
Thus on M eander's flow'ry margin lies	U
Th' expiring swan and as he sings he dies	U
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When bold Sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down	D2
Chloe stepp'd in and kill'd him with a frown	D2
She smil'd to see the doughty hero slain	D
But at her smile the beau reviv'd again	E2
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Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air	B2
Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair	B2
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side	F2
At length the wits mount up the hairs subside	F2
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See fierce Belinda on the baron flies	U
With more than usual lightning in her eyes	U
Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try	G2
Who sought no more than on his foe to die	G2
But this bold lord with manly strength endu'd	T
She with one finger and a thumb subdu'd	T
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew	H2
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw	H2
The Gnomes direct to ev'ry atom just	I2
The pungent grains of titillating dust	I2
Sudden with starting tears each eye o'erflows	U
And the high dome re echoes to his nose	U
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Now meet thy fate incens'd Belinda cried	F2
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side	F2
The same his ancient personage to deck	J2
Her great great grandsire wore about his neck	J2
In three seal rings which after melted down	D2
Form'd a vast buckle for his widow's gown	D2
Her infant grandame's whistle next it grew	H2
The bells she jingled and the whistle blew	H2
Then in a bodkin grac'd her mother's hairs	U
Which long she wore and now Belinda wears	U
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Boast not my fall he cried insulting foe	H
Thou by some other shalt be laid as low	H
Nor think to die dejects my lofty mind	K2
All that I dread is leaving you benind	K2
Rather than so ah let me still survive	L2
And burn in Cupid's flames but burn alive	L2
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Restore the lock she cries and all around	K2
Restore the lock the vaulted roofs rebound	K2
Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain	D
Roar'd for the handkerchief that caus'd his pain	D
But see how oft ambitious aims are cross'd	K2
The chiefs contend 'till all the prize is lost	K2
The lock obtain'd with guilt and kept with pain	D
In ev'ry place is sought but sought in vain	D
With such a prize no mortal must be blest	K2
So Heav'n decrees with Heav'n who can contest	K2
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Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere	M2
Since all things lost on earth are treasur'd there	B2
There hero's wits are kept in pond'rous vases	U
And beaux' in snuff boxes and tweezercases	U
There broken vows and deathbed alms are found	K2
And lovers' hearts with ends of riband bound	K2
The courtier's promises and sick man's prayers	U
The smiles of harlots and the tears of heirs	U
Cages for gnats and chains to yoke a flea	N2
Dried butterflies and tomes of casuistry	B2
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But trust the Muse she saw it upward rise	U
Though mark'd by none but quick poetic eyes	U
So Rome's great founder to the heav'ns withdrew	B2
To Proculus alone confess'd in view	B2
A sudden star it shot through liquid air	B2
And drew behind a radiant trail of hair	B2
Not Berenice's locks first rose so bright	K2
The heav'ns bespangling with dishevell'd light	K2
The Sylphs behold it kindling as it flies	U
And pleas'd pursue its progress through the skies	U
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This the beau monde shall from the Mall survey	M
And hail with music its propitious ray	M
This the blest lover shall for Venus take	O2
And send up vows from Rosamonda's lake	O2
This Partridge soon shall view in cloudless skies	U
When next he looks through Galileo's eyes	U
And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom	P2
The fate of Louis and the fall of Rome	P2
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Then cease bright nymph to mourn thy ravish'd hair	B2
Which adds new glory to the shining sphere	B2
Not all the tresses that fair head can boast	K2
Shall draw such envy as the lock you lost	K2
For after all the murders of your eye	G2
When after millions slain yourself shall die	G2
When those fair suns shall set as set they must	K2
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust	K2
This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame	P2
And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name	P2

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