Upon A Little Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A AABBCCDDEEFGHH ICICCJJCC KKLLICCCCCCC MMCC NIOPPCC QQHH HHRR CCCCRR CCSSCCCCCRRHHCC SSRRRR RSSCCCCRRCCJJRRCCRC SSHHRR KTTHHRR PO CCUUHHNNCCUnder the Discipline of an Excellent Person | A |
I | - |
How comes the Day orecast the Flaming Sun | A |
Darkn'd at Noon as if his Course were run | A |
He never rose more proud more glad more gay | B |
Ne're courted Daphne with a brighter Ray | B |
And now in Clouds he wraps his Head | C |
As if not Daphne but himself were dead | C |
And all the little Winged Troop | D |
Forbear to sing and sit and droop | D |
The Flowers do languish on their Beds | E |
And fading hang their Mourning Heads | E |
The little Cupids discontented shew | F |
In Grief and Rage one breaks his Bow | G |
An other tares his Cheeks and Haire | H |
A third sits blubring in Despaire | H |
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Confessing though in Love he be | I |
A Powerful Dreadful Deitie | C |
A Child in Wrath can do as much as he | I |
Whence is this Evil hurl'd | C |
On all the sweetness of the World | C |
Among those Things with Beauty shine | J |
Both Humane natures and Divine | J |
There was not so much sorrow spi'd | C |
No not that Day the sweet Adonis died | C |
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II | - |
Ambitious both to know the Ill and to partake | K |
The little Weeping Gods I thus bespake | K |
Ye Noblest Pow'rs and Gentlest that Above | L |
Govern us Men but govern still with Love | L |
Vouchsafe to tell what can that Sorrow be | I |
Disorders Heaven and wounds a Deitie | C |
My Prayer not spoken out | C |
One of the Winged Rout | C |
With Indignation great | C |
Sprung from his Airie Seat | C |
And mounting to a Higher Cloud | C |
With Thunder or a Voice as loud | C |
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Cried Mortal there there seek the Grief o'th' Gods | M |
Where thou findst Plagues and their revengeful Rods | M |
And in the Instant that the Thing was meant | C |
He bent his Bow his Arrow plac't and to the mark it sent | C |
I follow'd with my watchful Eye | - |
To the Place where the Shaft did flie | N |
But O unheard of Prodigy | I |
It was retorted back again | O |
And he that sent it felt the pain | P |
Alas I think the little God was therewith slain | P |
But wanton Darts ne're pierce where Honours found | C |
And those that shoot them do their own Breasts wound | C |
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III | - |
The Place from which the Arrow did return | Q |
Swifter then sent and with the speed did burn | Q |
Was a Proud Pile which Marble Columnes bare | H |
Tarrast beneath and open to the Aire | H |
On either side Cords of wove Gold did tie | - |
A purfl'd Curtain hanging from on high | - |
To clear the Prospect of the stately Bower | H |
And boast the Owners Dignity and Power | H |
This shew'd the Scene from whence Loves grief arose | R |
And Heaven and Nature both did discompose | R |
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A little Nymph whose Limbs divinely bright | C |
Lay like a Body of Collected Light | C |
But not to Love and Courtship so disclos'd | C |
But to the Rigour of a Dame oppos'd | C |
Who instant on the Faire with Words and Blows | R |
Now chastens Error and now Virtue shews | R |
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IV | - |
But O thou no less Blind | C |
Than Wild and Savage Mind | C |
Who Discipline dar'st name | S |
Thy Outrage and thy shame | S |
And hop'st a Radiant Crown to get | C |
All Stars and Glory to thy Head made fit | C |
Know that this Curse alone shall Serpent like incircle it | C |
May'st thou henceforth be ever seen to stand | C |
Grasping a Scourge of Vipers in thy Hand | C |
Thy Hand that Furie like But see | R |
By Apollos Sacred Tree | R |
By his ever Tuneful Lyre | H |
And his bright Image the Eternal Fire | H |
Eudoras she has done this Deed | C |
And made the World thus in its Darling bleed | C |
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I know the Cruel Dame | S |
Too well instructed by my Flame | S |
But see her shape But see her Face | R |
In her Temple such is Diana's Grace | R |
Behold her Lute upon the Pavement lies | R |
When Beautie's wrong'd no wonder Musick dies | R |
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V | R |
What blood of Centaurs did thy Bosom warme | S |
And boyle the Balsome there up to a Storme | S |
Nay Balsome flow'd not with so soft a Floud | C |
As thy Thoughts Evenly Virtuous Mildly Good | C |
How could thy Skilful and Harmonious Hand | C |
That Rage of Seas and People could command | C |
And calme Diseases with the Charming strings | R |
Such Discords make in the whole Name of Things | R |
But now I see the Root of thy Rash Pride | C |
Because thou didst Excel the World beside | C |
And it in Beauty and in Fame out shine | J |
Thou would'st compare thy self to things Divine | J |
And 'bove thy Standard what thou there didst see | R |
Thou didst Condemn because 'twas unlike thee | R |
And punisht in the Lady as unfit | C |
What Bloomings were of a Diviner Wit | C |
Divine she is or else Divine must be | R |
A Borne or else a Growing Deitie | C |
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VI | - |
While thus I did exclaime | S |
And wildly rage and blame | S |
Behold the Sylvan Quire | H |
Did all at one conspire | H |
With shrill and cheerful Throats | R |
T'assume their chirping Notes | R |
The Heav'ns refulgent Eye | - |
Dance't in the clear'd up Skie | K |
And so triumphant shon | T |
As seven days Beams he had on | T |
The little Loves burn'd with nobler fier | H |
Each chang'd his wanton Bow and took a Lyre | H |
Singing chast Aires unto the tuneful strings | R |
And time'd soft Musick with their downy Wings | R |
I turn'd the little Nymph to view | - |
She singing and did smiling shew | - |
Eudora led a heav'nly strain | P |
Her Angels Voice did eccho it again | O |
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I then decreed no Sacriledge was wrought | C |
But neerer Heav'n this Piece of Heaven was brought | C |
She also brighter seem'd than she had been | U |
Vertue darts forth a Light'ning 'bove the Skin | U |
Eudora also shew'd as heretofore | H |
When her soft Graces I did first adore | H |
I saw what one did Nobly Will | N |
The other sweetly did fulfil | N |
Their Actions all harmoniously did sute | C |
And she had only tun'd the Lady like her Lute | C |
Anne Killigrew
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