The Celebrated Woman - An Epistle By A Married Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Can I my friend with thee condole | B |
Can I conceive the woes that try men | C |
When late repentance racks the soul | B |
Ensnared into the toils of hymen | D |
Can I take part in such distress | E |
Poor martyr most devoutly Yes | E |
Thou weep'st because thy spouse has flown | F |
To arms preferred before thine own | F |
A faithless wife I grant the curse | G |
And yet my friend it might be worse | G |
Just hear another's tale of sorrow | H |
And in comparing comfort borrow | H |
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What dost thou think thyself undone | D |
Because thy rights are shared with one | D |
O happy man be more resigned | I |
My wife belongs to all mankind | I |
My wife she's found abroad at home | J |
But cross the Alps and she's at Rome | J |
Sail to the Baltic there you'll find her | K |
Lounge on the Boulevards kind and kinder | K |
In short you've only just to drop | L |
Where'er they sell the last new tale | B |
And bound and lettered in the shop | L |
You'll find my lady up for sale | B |
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She must her fair proportions render | K |
To all whose praise can glory lend her | K |
Within the coach on board the boat | M |
Let every pedant take a note | M |
Endure for public approbation | D |
Each critic's close investigation | D |
And brave nay court it as a flattery | N |
Each spectacled Philistine's battery | N |
Just as it suits some scurvy carcase | G |
In which she hails an Aristarchus | G |
Ready to fly with kindred souls | G |
O'er blooming flowers or burning coals | G |
To fame or shame to shrine or gallows | G |
Let him but lead sublimely callous | G |
A Leipsic man confound the wretch | O |
Has made her topographic sketch | O |
A kind of map as of a town | P |
Each point minutely dotted down | P |
Scarce to myself I dare to hint | Q |
What this d d fellow wants to print | Q |
Thy wife howe'er she slight the vows | G |
Respects at least the name of spouse | G |
But mine to regions far too high | R |
For that terrestrial name is carried | S |
My wife's The famous Ninon I | R |
The gentleman that Ninon married | S |
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It galls you that you scarce are able | B |
To stake a florin at the table | B |
Confront the pit or join the walk | T |
But straight all tongues begin to talk | T |
O that such luck could me befall | B |
Just to be talked about at all | B |
Behold me dwindling in my nook | U |
Edged at her left and not a look | U |
A sort of rushlight of a life | V |
Put out by that great orb my wife | V |
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Scarce is the morning gray before | W |
Postman and porter crowd the door | W |
No premier has so dear a levee | N |
She finds the mail bag half its trade | X |
My God the parcels are so heavy | N |
And not a parcel carriage paid | X |
But then the truth must be confessed | Y |
They're all so charmingly addressed | Y |
Whate'er they cost they well requite her | K |
To Madame Blank the famous writer | K |
Poor thing she sleeps so soft and yet | Z |
'Twere worth my life to spare her slumber | K |
Madame from Jena the Gazette | Z |
The Berlin Journal the last number | K |
Sudden she wakes those eyes of blue | B |
Sweet eyes fall straight on the Review | B |
I by her side all undetected | A2 |
While those cursed columns are inspected | A2 |
Loud squall the children overhead | B2 |
Still she reads on till all is read | B2 |
At last she lays that darling by | R |
And asks What makes the baby cry | R |
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Already now the toilet's care | C2 |
Claims from her couch the restless fair | C2 |
The toilet's care the glass has won | D |
Just half a glance and all is done | D |
A snappish pettish word or so | G |
Warns the poor maid 'tis time to go | G |
Not at her toilet wait the Graces | G |
Uncombed Erynnys takes their places | G |
So great a mind expands its scope | D2 |
Far from the mean details of soap | D2 |
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Now roll the coach wheels to the muster | K |
Now round my muse her votaries cluster | K |
Spruce Abbe Millefleurs Baron Herman | D |
The English Lord who don't know German | D |
But all uncommonly well read | B2 |
From matchless A to deathless Z | N |
Sneaks in the corner shy and small | B |
A thing which men the husband call | B |
While every fop with flattery fires her | K |
Swears with what passion he admires her | K |
'Passion ' 'admire ' and still you're dumb | E2 |
Lord bless your soul the worst's to come | E2 |
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I'm forced to bow as I'm a sinner | K |
And hope the rogue will stay to dinner | K |
But oh at dinner there's the sting | F2 |
I see my cellar on the wing | F2 |
You know if Burgundy is dear | G2 |
Mine once emerged three times a year | G2 |
And now to wash these learned throttles | G |
In dozens disappear the bottles | G |
They well must drink who well do eat | H2 |
I've sunk a capital on meat | H2 |
Her immortality I fear a | I2 |
Death blow will prove to my Madeira | I2 |
It has given alas a mortal shock | J2 |
To that old friend my Steinberg hock | J2 |
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If Faust had really any hand | K2 |
In printing I can understand | K2 |
The fate which legends more than hint | Q |
The devil take all hands that print | Q |
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And what my thanks for all a pout | L2 |
Sour looks deep sighs but what about | L2 |
About O that I well divine | M2 |
That such a pearl should fall to swine | M2 |
That such a literary ruby | N |
Should grace the finger of a booby | N |
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Spring comes behold sweet mead and lea | N |
Nature's green splendor tapestries o'er | K |
Fresh blooms the flower and buds the tree | N |
Larks sing the woodland wakes once more | W |
The woodland wakes but not for her | K |
From Nature's self the charm has flown | F |
No more the Spring of earth can stir | K |
The fond remembrance of our own | F |
The sweetest bird upon the bough | N2 |
Has not one note of music now | N2 |
And oh how dull the grove's soft shade | X |
Where once as lovers then we strayed | X |
The nightingales have got no learning | F2 |
Dull creatures how can they inspire her | K |
The lilies are so undiscerning | F2 |
They never say how they admire her | K |
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In all this jubilee of being | F2 |
Some subject for a point she's seeing | F2 |
Some epigram to be impartial | B |
Well turned there may be worse in Martial | B |
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But hark the goddess stoops to reason | D |
The country now is quite in season | D |
I'll go What to our country seat | H2 |
No Travelling will be such a treat | H2 |
Pyrmont's extremely full I hear | O2 |
But Carlsbad's quite the rage this year | G2 |
Oh yes she loves the rural Graces | G |
Nature is gay in watering places | G |
Those pleasant spas our reigning passion | D |
Where learned Dons meet folks of fashion | D |
Where each with each illustrious soul | B |
Familiar as in Charon's boat | M |
All sorts of fame sit cheek by jowl | B |
Pearls in that string the table d'hote | M |
Where dames whom man has injured fly | R |
To heal their wounds or to efface them | P2 |
While others with the waters try | R |
A course of flirting just to brace them | P2 |
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Well there O man how light thy woes | G |
Compared with mine thou need'st must see | N |
My wife undaunted greatly goes | G |
And leaves the orphans seven to me | N |
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O wherefore art thou flown so soon | Q2 |
Thou first fair year Love's honeymoon | Q2 |
All dream too exquisite for life | V |
Home's goddess in the name of wife | V |
Reared by each grace yet but to be | N |
Man's household Anadyomene | Q2 |
With mind from which the sunbeams fall | B |
Rejoice while pervading all | B |
Frank in the temper pleased to please | G |
Soft in the feeling waked with ease | G |
So broke as native of the skies | G |
The heart enthraller on my eyes | G |
So saw I like a morn of May | R2 |
The playmate given to glad my way | R2 |
With eyes that more than lips bespoke | F2 |
Eyes whence sweet words I love thee broke | F2 |
So Ah what transports then were mine | Q2 |
I led the bride before the shrine | Q2 |
And saw the future years revealed | S2 |
Glassed on my hope one blooming field | S2 |
More wide and widening more were given | Q2 |
The angel gates disclosing heaven | Q2 |
Round us the lovely mirthful troop | T2 |
Of children came yet still to me | N |
The loveliest merriest of the group | T2 |
The happy mother seemed to be | N |
Mine by the bonds that bind us more | W |
Than all the oaths the priest before | W |
Mine by the concord of content | U2 |
When heart with heart is music blent | U2 |
When as sweet sounds in unison | Q2 |
Two lives harmonious melt in one | Q2 |
When sudden O the villain came | V2 |
Upon the scene a mind profound | U2 |
A bel esprit who whispered Fame | V2 |
And shook my card house to the ground | U2 |
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What have I now instead of all | B |
The Ed | U2 |
Friedrich Schiller
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