The Battle Of The Summer Islands : Canto 1 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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What fruits they have and how heaven smiles	A
Upon those late discovered isles	A
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Aid me Bellona while the dreadful fight	B
Betwixt a nation and two whales I write	B
Seas stained with gore I sing adventurous toil	C
And how these monsters did disarm an isle	D
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Bermudas walled with rocks who does not know	E
That happy island where huge lemons grow	E
And orange trees which golden fruit do bear	F
The Hesperian garden boasts of none so fair	F
Where shining pearl coral and many a pound	G
On the rich shore of ambergris is found	G
The lofty cedar which to heaven aspires	H
The prince of trees is fuel for their fires	H
The smoke by which their loaded spits do turn	I
For incense might on sacred altars burn	I
Their private roofs on odorous timber borne	J
Such as might palaces for kings adorn	J
The sweet palmettos a new Bacchus yield	K
With leaves as ample as the broadest shield	K
Under the shadow of whose friendly boughs	L
They sit carousing where their liquor grows	M
Figs there unplanted through the fields do grow	E
Such as fierce Cato did the Romans show	E
With the rare fruit inviting them to spoil	C
Carthage the mistress of so rich a soil	C
The naked rocks are not unfruitful there	F
But at some constant seasons every year	N
Their barren tops with luscious food abound	G
And with the eggs of various fowls are crowned	G
Tobacco is the worst of things which they	O
To English landlords as their tribute pay	O
Such is the mold that the blest tenant feeds	P
On precious fruits and pays his rent in weeds	P
With candied plantains and the juicy pine	Q
On choicer melons and sweet grapes they dine	Q
And with potatoes fat their wanton swine	Q
Nature these cates with such a lavish hand	R
Pours out among them that our coarser land	R
Tastes of that bounty and does cloth return	I
Which not for warmth but ornament is worn	J
For the kind spring which but salutes us here	S
Inhabits there and courts them all the year	N
Ripe fruits and blossoms on the same tress live	T
At once they promise what at once they give	U
So sweet the air so moderate the clime	V
None sickly lives or dies before his time	V
Heaven sure has kept this spot of earth uncursed	R
To show how all things were created first	R
The tardy plants in our cold orchards placed	R
Reserve their fruit for the next age's taste	R
There a small grain in some few months will be	W
A firm a lofty and a spacious tree	W
The palma christi and the fair papaw	X
Now but a seed preventing nature's law	X
In half the circle of the hasty year	N
Project a shade and lovely fruit do wear	F
And as their trees in our dull region set	R
But faintly grow and no perfection get	R
So in this northern tract our hoarser throats	Y
Utter unripe and ill constrained notes	Y
Where the supporter of the poets' style	D
Phoebus on them eternally does smile	D
Oh how I long my careless limbs to lay	O
Under the plantain's shade and all the day	O
With amorous airs my fancy entertain	Z
Invoke the Muses and improve my vein	Z
No passion there in my free breast should move	A2
None but the sweet and best of passions love	B2
There while I sing if gentle love be by	C2
That tunes my lute and winds the strings so high	C2
With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name	V
I'll make the listening savages grow tame	V
But while I do these pleasing dreams indite	R
I am diverted from the promised fight	R

Edmund Waller

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