To A Knot Of Ungenerous Critics. [1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHIIJJKK AALLMMNNOPQRKKHHSSTT QQUUVVWWXXYYZZA2A2B2 B2C2C2D2D2E2E2E2E2E2 E2A2A2AAE2E2E2E2F2F2 G2G2BBH2H2AAE2E2AANN E2E2I2I2J2J2A2A2 K2Rail on Rail on ye heartless crew | A |
My strains were never meant for you | A |
Remorseless Rancour still reveal | B |
And damn the verse you cannot feel | B |
Invoke those kindred passions' aid | C |
Whose baleful stings your breasts pervade | C |
Crush if you can the hopes of youth | D |
Trampling regardless on the Truth | D |
Truth's Records you consult in vain | E |
She will not blast her native strain | E |
She will assist her votary's cause | F |
His will at least be her applause | G |
Your prayer the gentle Power will spurn | H |
To Fiction's motley altar turn | H |
Who joyful in the fond address | I |
Her favoured worshippers will bless | I |
And lo she holds a magic glass | J |
Where Images reflected pass | J |
Bent on your knees the Boon receive | K |
This will assist you to deceive | K |
The glittering gift was made for you | A |
Now hold it up to public view | A |
Lest evil unforeseen betide | L |
A Mask each canker'd brow shall hide | L |
Whilst Truth my sole desire is nigh | M |
Prepared the danger to defy | M |
There is the Maid's perverted name | N |
And there the Poet's guilty Flame | N |
Gloaming a deep phosphoric fire | O |
Threatening but ere it spreads retire | P |
Says Truth Up Virgins do not fear | Q |
The Comet rolls its Influence here | R |
'Tis Scandal's Mirror you perceive | K |
These dazzling Meteors but deceive | K |
Approach and touch Nay do not turn | H |
It blazes there but will not burn | H |
At once the shivering Mirror flies | S |
Teeming no more with varnished Lies | S |
The baffled friends of Fiction start | T |
Too late desiring to depart | T |
Truth poising high Ithuriel's spear | Q |
Bids every Fiend unmask'd appear | Q |
The vizard tears from every face | U |
And dooms them to a dire disgrace | U |
For e'er they compass their escape | V |
Each takes perforce a native shape | V |
The Leader of the wrathful Band | W |
Behold a portly Female stand | W |
She raves impelled by private pique | X |
This mean unjust revenge to seek | X |
From vice to save this virtuous Age | Y |
Thus does she vent indecent rage | Y |
What child has she of promise fair | Z |
Who claims a fostering Mother's care | Z |
Whose Innocence requires defence | A2 |
Or forms at least a smooth pretence | A2 |
Thus to disturb a harmless Boy | B2 |
His humble hope and peace annoy | B2 |
She need not fear the amorous rhyme | C2 |
Love will not tempt her future time | C2 |
For her his wings have ceased to spread | D2 |
No more he flutters round her head | D2 |
Her day's Meridian now is past | E2 |
The clouds of Age her Sun o'ercast | E2 |
To her the strain was never sent | E2 |
For feeling Souls alone 'twas meant | E2 |
The verse she seized unask'd unbade | E2 |
And damn'd ere yet the whole was read | E2 |
Yes for one single erring verse | A2 |
Pronounced an unrelenting Curse | A2 |
Yes at a first and transient view | A |
Condemned a heart she never knew | A |
Can such a verdict then decide | E2 |
Which springs from disappointed pride | E2 |
Without a wondrous share of Wit | E2 |
To judge is such a Matron fit | E2 |
The rest of the censorious throng | F2 |
Who to this zealous Band belong | F2 |
To her a general homage pay | G2 |
And right or wrong her wish obey | G2 |
Why should I point my pen of steel | B |
To break such flies upon the wheel | B |
With minds to Truth and Sense unknown | H2 |
Who dare not call their words their own | H2 |
Rail on Rail on ye heartless Crew | A |
Your Leader's grand design pursue | A |
Secure behind her ample shield | E2 |
Yours is the harvest of the field | E2 |
My path with thorns you cannot strew | A |
Nay more my warmest thanks are due | A |
When such as you revile my Name | N |
Bright beams the rising Sun of Fame | N |
Chasing the shades of envious night | E2 |
Outshining every critic Light | E2 |
Such such as you will serve to show | I2 |
Each radiant tint with higher glow | I2 |
Vain is the feeble cheerless toil | J2 |
Your efforts on yourselves recoil | J2 |
Then Glory still for me you raise | A2 |
Yours is the Censure mine the Praise | A2 |
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BYRON | K2 |
George Gordon Byron
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