The Celebrated Woman - An Epistle By A Married Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Can I my friend with thee condoleB
Can I conceive the woes that try menC
When late repentance racks the soulB
Ensnared into the toils of hymenD
Can I take part in such distressE
Poor martyr most devoutly YesE
Thou weep'st because thy spouse has flownF
To arms preferred before thine ownF
A faithless wife I grant the curseG
And yet my friend it might be worseG
Just hear another's tale of sorrowH
And in comparing comfort borrowH
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What dost thou think thyself undoneD
Because thy rights are shared with oneD
O happy man be more resignedI
My wife belongs to all mankindI
My wife she's found abroad at homeJ
But cross the Alps and she's at RomeJ
Sail to the Baltic there you'll find herK
Lounge on the Boulevards kind and kinderK
In short you've only just to dropL
Where'er they sell the last new taleB
And bound and lettered in the shopL
You'll find my lady up for saleB
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She must her fair proportions renderK
To all whose praise can glory lend herK
Within the coach on board the boatM
Let every pedant take a noteM
Endure for public approbationD
Each critic's close investigationD
And brave nay court it as a flatteryN
Each spectacled Philistine's batteryN
Just as it suits some scurvy carcaseG
In which she hails an AristarchusG
Ready to fly with kindred soulsG
O'er blooming flowers or burning coalsG
To fame or shame to shrine or gallowsG
Let him but lead sublimely callousG
A Leipsic man confound the wretchO
Has made her topographic sketchO
A kind of map as of a townP
Each point minutely dotted downP
Scarce to myself I dare to hintQ
What this d d fellow wants to printQ
Thy wife howe'er she slight the vowsG
Respects at least the name of spouseG
But mine to regions far too highR
For that terrestrial name is carriedS
My wife's The famous Ninon IR
The gentleman that Ninon marriedS
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It galls you that you scarce are ableB
To stake a florin at the tableB
Confront the pit or join the walkT
But straight all tongues begin to talkT
O that such luck could me befallB
Just to be talked about at allB
Behold me dwindling in my nookU
Edged at her left and not a lookU
A sort of rushlight of a lifeV
Put out by that great orb my wifeV
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Scarce is the morning gray beforeW
Postman and porter crowd the doorW
No premier has so dear a leveeN
She finds the mail bag half its tradeX
My God the parcels are so heavyN
And not a parcel carriage paidX
But then the truth must be confessedY
They're all so charmingly addressedY
Whate'er they cost they well requite herK
To Madame Blank the famous writerK
Poor thing she sleeps so soft and yetZ
'Twere worth my life to spare her slumberK
Madame from Jena the GazetteZ
The Berlin Journal the last numberK
Sudden she wakes those eyes of blueB
Sweet eyes fall straight on the ReviewB
I by her side all undetectedA2
While those cursed columns are inspectedA2
Loud squall the children overheadB2
Still she reads on till all is readB2
At last she lays that darling byR
And asks What makes the baby cryR
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Already now the toilet's careC2
Claims from her couch the restless fairC2
The toilet's care the glass has wonD
Just half a glance and all is doneD
A snappish pettish word or soG
Warns the poor maid 'tis time to goG
Not at her toilet wait the GracesG
Uncombed Erynnys takes their placesG
So great a mind expands its scopeD2
Far from the mean details of soapD2
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Now roll the coach wheels to the musterK
Now round my muse her votaries clusterK
Spruce Abbe Millefleurs Baron HermanD
The English Lord who don't know GermanD
But all uncommonly well readB2
From matchless A to deathless ZN
Sneaks in the corner shy and smallB
A thing which men the husband callB
While every fop with flattery fires herK
Swears with what passion he admires herK
'Passion ' 'admire ' and still you're dumbE2
Lord bless your soul the worst's to comeE2
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I'm forced to bow as I'm a sinnerK
And hope the rogue will stay to dinnerK
But oh at dinner there's the stingF2
I see my cellar on the wingF2
You know if Burgundy is dearG2
Mine once emerged three times a yearG2
And now to wash these learned throttlesG
In dozens disappear the bottlesG
They well must drink who well do eatH2
I've sunk a capital on meatH2
Her immortality I fear aI2
Death blow will prove to my MadeiraI2
It has given alas a mortal shockJ2
To that old friend my Steinberg hockJ2
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If Faust had really any handK2
In printing I can understandK2
The fate which legends more than hintQ
The devil take all hands that printQ
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And what my thanks for all a poutL2
Sour looks deep sighs but what aboutL2
About O that I well divineM2
That such a pearl should fall to swineM2
That such a literary rubyN
Should grace the finger of a boobyN
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Spring comes behold sweet mead and leaN
Nature's green splendor tapestries o'erK
Fresh blooms the flower and buds the treeN
Larks sing the woodland wakes once moreW
The woodland wakes but not for herK
From Nature's self the charm has flownF
No more the Spring of earth can stirK
The fond remembrance of our ownF
The sweetest bird upon the boughN2
Has not one note of music nowN2
And oh how dull the grove's soft shadeX
Where once as lovers then we strayedX
The nightingales have got no learningF2
Dull creatures how can they inspire herK
The lilies are so undiscerningF2
They never say how they admire herK
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In all this jubilee of beingF2
Some subject for a point she's seeingF2
Some epigram to be impartialB
Well turned there may be worse in MartialB
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But hark the goddess stoops to reasonD
The country now is quite in seasonD
I'll go What to our country seatH2
No Travelling will be such a treatH2
Pyrmont's extremely full I hearO2
But Carlsbad's quite the rage this yearG2
Oh yes she loves the rural GracesG
Nature is gay in watering placesG
Those pleasant spas our reigning passionD
Where learned Dons meet folks of fashionD
Where each with each illustrious soulB
Familiar as in Charon's boatM
All sorts of fame sit cheek by jowlB
Pearls in that string the table d'hoteM
Where dames whom man has injured flyR
To heal their wounds or to efface themP2
While others with the waters tryR
A course of flirting just to brace themP2
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Well there O man how light thy woesG
Compared with mine thou need'st must seeN
My wife undaunted greatly goesG
And leaves the orphans seven to meN
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O wherefore art thou flown so soonQ2
Thou first fair year Love's honeymoonQ2
All dream too exquisite for lifeV
Home's goddess in the name of wifeV
Reared by each grace yet but to beN
Man's household AnadyomeneQ2
With mind from which the sunbeams fallB
Rejoice while pervading allB
Frank in the temper pleased to pleaseG
Soft in the feeling waked with easeG
So broke as native of the skiesG
The heart enthraller on my eyesG
So saw I like a morn of MayR2
The playmate given to glad my wayR2
With eyes that more than lips bespokeF2
Eyes whence sweet words I love thee brokeF2
So Ah what transports then were mineQ2
I led the bride before the shrineQ2
And saw the future years revealedS2
Glassed on my hope one blooming fieldS2
More wide and widening more were givenQ2
The angel gates disclosing heavenQ2
Round us the lovely mirthful troopT2
Of children came yet still to meN
The loveliest merriest of the groupT2
The happy mother seemed to beN
Mine by the bonds that bind us moreW
Than all the oaths the priest beforeW
Mine by the concord of contentU2
When heart with heart is music blentU2
When as sweet sounds in unisonQ2
Two lives harmonious melt in oneQ2
When sudden O the villain cameV2
Upon the scene a mind profoundU2
A bel esprit who whispered FameV2
And shook my card house to the groundU2
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What have I now instead of allB
The EdU2

Friedrich Schiller



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