Tale Xvi Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE CONFIDANTA
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Anna was young and lovely in her eyeB
The glance of beauty in her cheek the dyeB
Her shape was slender and her features smallC
But graceful easy unaffected allC
The liveliest tints her youthful face disclosedD
There beauty sparkled and there health reposedD
For the pure blood that flush'd that rosy cheekE
Spoke what the heart forbade the tongue to speakE
And told the feelings of that heart as wellF
Nay with more candour than the tongue could tellF
Though this fair lass had with the wealthy dweltD
Yet like the damsel of the cot she feltD
And at the distant hint or dark surmiseG
The blood into the mantling cheek would riseG
Now Anna's station frequent terrors wroughtD
In one whose looks were with such meaning fraughtD
For on a Lady as an humble friendD
It was her painful office to attendD
Her duties here were of the usual kindD
And some the body harass'd some the mindD
Billets she wrote and tender stories readD
To make the Lady sleepy in her bedD
She play'd at whist but with inferior skillH
And heard the summons as a call to drillH
Music was ever pleasant till she play'dD
At a request that no request convey'dD
The Lady's tales with anxious looks she heardD
For she must witness what her Friend averr'dD
The Lady's taste she must in all approveI
Hate whom she hated whom she lov'd must loveJ
These with the various duties of her placeK
With care she studied and perform'd with graceK
She veil'd her troubles in a mask of easeL
And show'd her pleasure was a power to pleaseL
Such were the damsel's duties she was poorM
Above a servant but with service moreN
Men on her face with careless freedom gaz'dD
Nor thought how painful was the glow they raisedD
A wealthy few to gain her favour triedD
But not the favour of a grateful brideD
They spoke their purpose with an easy airO
That shamed and frighten'd the dependent fairO
Past time she view'd the passing time to cheatD
But nothing found to make the present sweetD
With pensive soul she read life's future pageP
And saw dependent poor repining ageP
But who shall dare t'assert what years mayQ
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bringR
When wonders from the passing hour may springR
There dwelt a Yeoman in the place whose mindD
Was gentle generous cultivated kindD
For thirty years he labour'd fortune thenS
Placed the mild rustic with superior menS
A richer Stafford who had liv'd to saveT
What he had treasured to the poorer gaveT
Who with a sober mind that treasure view'dD
And the slight studies of his youth renew'dD
He not profoundly but discreetly readD
And a fair mind with useful culture fedD
Then thought of marriage 'But the great ' said heU
'I shall not suit nor will the meaner me '-
Anna he saw admired her modest airO
He thought her virtuous and he knew her fairO
Love raised his pity for her humble stateD
And prompted wishes for her happier fateD
No pride in money would his feelings woundD
Nor vulgar manners hurt him and confoundD
He then the Lady at the Hall address'dD
Sought her consent and his regard expressedD
Yet if some cause his earnest wish deniedD
He begg'd to know it and he bow'd and sigh'dD
The Lady own'd that she was loth to partD
But praised the damsel for her gentle heartD
Her pleasing person and her blooming healthV
But ended thus 'Her virtue is her wealth '-
'Then is she rich ' he cried with lively airO
'But whence so please you came a lass so fair '-
'A placeman's child was Anna one who diedD
And left a widow by afflictions triedD
She to support her infant daughter stroveW
But early left the object of her loveJ
Her youth her beauty and her orphan stateD
Gave a kind countess interest in her fateD
With her she dwelt and still might dwelling beU
When the earl's folly caused the lass to fleeU
A second friend was she compell'd to shunX
By the rude offers of an uncheek'd sonX
I found her then and with a mother's loveJ
Regard the gentle girl whom you approveI
Yet e'en with me protection is not peaceY
Nor man's designs nor beauty's trials ceaseY
Like sordid boys by costly fruit they feelZ
They will not purchase but they try to steal '-
Now this good Lady like a witness trueA2
Told but the truth and all the truth she knewA2
And 'tis our duty and our pain to showB2
Truth this good lady had not means to knowB2
Yes there was lock'd within the damsel's breastD
A fact important to be now confess'dD
Gently my muse th' afflicting tale relateD
And have some feeling for a sister's fateD
Where Anna dwelt a conquering hero cameC2
An Irish captain Sedley was his nameC2
And he too had that same prevailing artD
That gave soft wishes to the virgin's heartD
In years they differ'd he had thirty seenD2
When this young beauty counted just fifteenD2
But still they were a lovely lively pairO
And trod on earth as if they trod on airO
On love delightful theme the captain dweltD
With force still growing with the hopes he feltD
But with some caution and reluctance toldD
He had a father crafty harsh and oldD
Who as possessing much would much expertD
Or both for ever from his love rejectD
Why then offence to one so powerful giveE2
Who for their comfort had not long to liveF2
With this poor prospect the deluded maidD
In words confiding was indeed betray'dD
And soon as terrors in her bosom roseG2
The hero fled they hinder'd his reposeG2
Deprived of him she to a parent's breastD
Her secret trusted and her pains impress'dD
Let her to town so prudence urged repairO
To shun disgrace at least to hide it thereO
But ere she went the luckless damsel pray'dD
A chosen friend might lend her timely aidD
'Yes my soul's sister my Eliza comeH2
Hear her last sigh and ease thy Anna's doom '-
''Tis a fool's wish ' the angry father criedD
But lost in troubles of his own compliedD
And dear Eliza to her friend was sentD
T'indulge that wish and be her punishmentD
The time arrived and brought a tenfold dreadD
The time was past and all the terror fledD
The infant died the face resumed each charmI2
And reason now brought trouble and alarmI2
Should her Eliza no she was too justD
'Too good and kind but ah too young to trust '-
Anna return'd her former place resumedD
And faded beauty with now grace re bloom'dD
And if some whispers of the past were heardD
They died innoxious as no cause appear'dD
But other cares on Anna's bosom press'dD
She saw her father gloomy and distress'dD
He died o'erwhelmed with debt and soon was shedD
The filial sorrow o'er a mother deadD
She sought Eliza's arms that faithful friend wasJ2
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wedD
Then was compassion by the countess shownK2
And all th' adventures of her life are knownK2
And now beyond her hopes no longer triedD
By slavish awe she lived a Yoeman's brideD
Then bless'd her lot and with a grateful mindD
Was careful cheerful vigilant and kindD
The gentle husband felt supreme delightD
Bless'd by her joy and happy in her sightD
He saw with pride in every friend and guestD
High admiration and regard express'dD
With greater pride and with superior joyL2
He look'd exulting on his first born boyL2
To her fond breast the wife her infant strain'dD
Some feelings utter'd some were not explain'dD
And she enraptured with her treasure grewA2
The sight familiar but the pleasure newA2
Yet there appear'd within that tranquil stateD
Some threat'ning prospect of uncertain fateD
Between the married when a secret liesG
It wakes suspicion from enforced disguiseG
Still thought the Wife upon her absent friendD
With all that must upon her truth dependD
' There is no being in the world besideD
Who can discover what that friend will hideD
Who knew the fact knew not my name or stateD
Who these can tell cannot the fact relateD
But thou Eliza canst the whole impartD
And all my safety is thy generous heart '-
Mix'd with these fears but light and transientD
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theseL
Fled years of peace prosperity and easeL
So tranquil all that scarce a gloomy dayQ
For days of gloom unmix'd prepared the wayQ
One eve the Wife still happy in her stateD
Sang gaily thoughtless of approaching fateD
Then came a letter that received in dreadD
NS

George Crabbe



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