To The Painter Of An Ill-drawn Picture Of Cleone Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAAADDEEAAAAFFG GHHIJKKAAAAALLMMAANO AAPPAAQQRRR| Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles | A |
| Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles | A |
| And does that sweet and pleasing Air control | B |
| Which to us paints the fair CLEONE's Soul | B |
| 'Tis vain to boast of Rules or labour'd Art | C |
| I miss the Look that captivates my Heart | C |
| Attracts my Love and tender Thoughts inspires | A |
| Nor can my Breast be warm'd by common Fires | A |
| Nor can ARDELIA love but where she first admires | A |
| Like Jupiter's thy Head was sure in Pain | D |
| When this Virago struggl'd in thy Brain | D |
| And strange it is thou hast not made her wield | E |
| A mortal Dart or penetrating Shield | E |
| Giving that Hand of disproportion'd size | A |
| The Pow'r of which thou hast disarm'd her Eyes | A |
| As if like Amazons she must oppose | A |
| And into Lovers force her vanquish'd Foes | A |
| Had to THEANOR thus her Form been shown | F |
| To gain her Heart he had not lost his own | F |
| Nor by the gentlest Bands of Human Life | G |
| At once secur'd the Mistress and the Wife | G |
| For still CLEONE's Beauties are the same | H |
| And what first lighten'd still upholds his Flame | H |
| Fain his Compassion wou'd thy Works approve | I |
| Were pitying thee consistent with his Love | J |
| Or with the Taste which Italy has wrought | K |
| In his refin'd and daily heighten'd Thought | K |
| Where Poetry or Painting find no place | A |
| Unless perform'd with a superior Grace | A |
| Cou'd but my Wish some Influence infuse | A |
| Ne'er shou'd the Pencil or the Sister Muse | A |
| Be try'd by those who easily excuse | A |
| But strictest Censors shou'd of either judge | L |
| Applaud the Artist and despise the Drudge | L |
| Then never wou'd thy Colours have debas'd | M |
| CLEONE's Features and her Charms defac'd | M |
| Nor had my Pen more subject to their Laws | A |
| Assay'd to vindicate her Beauty's Cause | A |
| A rigid Fear had kept us both in Awe | N |
| Nor I compos'd nor thou presum'd to draw | O |
| But in CLEONE viewing with Surprize | A |
| That Excellence to which we ne'er cou'd rise | A |
| By less Attempts we safely might have gain'd | P |
| That humble Praise which neither has obtain'd | P |
| Since to thy Shadowings or my ruder Verse | A |
| It is not giv'n to shew or to rehearse | A |
| What Nature in CLEONE's Face has writ | Q |
| A soft Endearment and a chearful Wit | Q |
| That all subduing that enliv'ning Air | R |
| By which a sympathizing Joy we share | R |
| For who forbears to smile when smil'd on by the Fair | R |
Anne Kingsmill Finch
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