A Married Coquette Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFBGBG HIHIBFBF EJEJKLKM NOPOQRQR QQQSTCUC HVH BWBW TXTXEYEY EZEZQA2QA2 QJQJEDED| Sit still I say and dispense with heroics | A |
| I hurt your wrists Well you have hurt me | B |
| It is time you found out that all men are not stoics | A |
| Nor toys to be used as your mood may be | B |
| I will not let go of your hands nor leave you | C |
| Until I have spoken No man you say | D |
| Dared ever so treat you before I believe you | C |
| For you have dealt only with boys till to day | D |
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| You women lay stress on your fine perception | E |
| Your intuitions are prated about | F |
| You claim an occult sort of conception | E |
| Of matters which men must reason out | F |
| So then of course when you asked me kindly | B |
| 'To call again soon ' you read my heart | G |
| I cannot believe you were acting blindly | B |
| You saw my passion for you from the start | G |
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| You are one of those women who charm without trying | H |
| The clay you are made of is magnet ore | I |
| And I am the steel yet there's no denying | H |
| You led me to loving you more and more | I |
| You are fanning a flame that may burn too brightly | B |
| Oft easily kindled but hard to put out | F |
| I am not a man to be played with lightly | B |
| To come at a gesture and go at a pout | F |
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| A brute you call me a creature inhuman | E |
| You say I insult you and bid me go | J |
| And you Oh you are a saintly woman | E |
| With thoughts as pure as the drifted snow | J |
| Pah you are but one of a thousand beauties | K |
| Who think they are living exemplary lives | L |
| They break no commandments and do all their duties | K |
| As Christian women and spotless wives | M |
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| But with drooping of lids and lifting of faces | N |
| And baring of shoulders and well timed sighs | O |
| And the devil knows what other subtle graces | P |
| You are mental wantons who sin with the eyes | O |
| You lure love to wake yet bid it keep under | Q |
| You tempt us to fall but bid reason control | R |
| And then you are full of an outraged wonder | Q |
| When we get to wanting you body and soul | R |
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| Why look at yourself You were no stranger | Q |
| To the fact that my heart was already on fire | Q |
| When you asked me to call you knew my danger | Q |
| Yet here you are dressed in the gown I admire | S |
| For half of the evil on earth is invented | T |
| By vain pretty women with nothing to do | C |
| But to keep themselves manicured powdered and scented | U |
| And seek for sensations amusing and new | C |
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| But when I play at love at a lady's commanding | H |
| I always am certain to win one game | V |
| So there there there I will leave my branding | H |
| On the lips that are free now to cry 'Shame shame ' | - |
| You hate me Quite likely It does not surprise me | B |
| Brute force I confess it but still you were kissed | W |
| And one thing is certain you cannot despise me | B |
| For having been played with controlled and dismissed | W |
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| And the next time you see that a man is attracted | T |
| By the beauty and graces that are not for him | X |
| Don't lead him on to be half distracted | T |
| Keep out of deep waters although you can swim | X |
| For when he is caught in the whirlpool of passion | E |
| Where many bold swimmers are seen to drown | Y |
| A man will reach out and in desperate fashion | E |
| Will drag whoever is nearest him down | Y |
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| Though the strings of his heart may be wrenched and riven | E |
| By a maiden coquette who has led him along | Z |
| She can be pardoned excused and forgiven | E |
| For innocence blindfolded walks into wrong | Z |
| But she who has willingly taken the fetter | Q |
| That Cupid forges at Hymen's command | A2 |
| Well she is the woman who ought to know better | Q |
| She needs no mercy at any man's hand | A2 |
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| In the game of hearts though a woman be winner | Q |
| The odds are ever against her you know | J |
| The world is ready to call her a sinner | Q |
| And man is ready to make her so | J |
| Shame is likely and sorrow is certain | E |
| And the man has the best of it end as it may | D |
| So now my lady we'll drop the curtain | E |
| And put out the lights We are through with our play | D |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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