On Beauty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHIJKKLM NNOOPPQQRFFSTTUUVVWW XXPPYYKKGGZA2GGQQMMF FB2B2CCKKDDC2C2D2D2E 2E2F2F2G2H2I2I2BBJ2J 2K2K2L2L2OOM2M2BB

Beauty deserves the homage of the museA
Shall mine rebellious the dear theme refuseA
No while my breast respires the vital airB
Wholly I am devoted to the fairB
Beauty I'll sing in my sublimest laysC
I burn to give her just immortal praiseC
The heavenly maid with transport I'll pursueD
To her abode and all her graces viewD
This happy place with all delights aboundsE
And plenty broods upon the fertile groundsE
Here verdant grass their wavingF
And hills and vales in sweet confusion lieG
The nibbling flock stray o'er the rising hillsH
And all around with bleating music fillsH
High on their fronts tall blooming forests nodI
Of sylvan deities the blest abodeJ
The feather'd minstrels hop from spray to sprayK
And chant their gladsome carols all the dayK
Till dusky night advancing in her carL
Makes with declining light successful warM
Then Philomel her mournful lay repeatsN
And through her throat breathes melancholy sweetsN
Still higher yet wild rugged rocks ariseO
And strike beholders with a dread surpriseO
This paradise these towering hills surroundP
That thither is one only passage foundP
Increasing brooks roll down the mountain's sideQ
And as they pass the opposing pebbles chideQ
But vernal showers refresh the blooming yearR
Their only season is eternal springF
Which hovers o'er them with a downy wingF
Blossoms and fruits at once the trees adornS
With glowing blushes like the rosy morn The way that to this stately palace goesT
Of myrtle trees lies 'twixt two even rowsT
Which towering high with outstretch'd arms display'dU
Over our heads a living arch have madeU
To sing my muse the bold attempt beginV
Of awful beauties you behold withinV
The Goddess sat upon a throne of goldW
Emboss'd with figures charming to beholdW
Here new made Eve stood in her early bloomX
Not yet obscured with sin's sullen gloomX
Her naked beauties do the soul confoundP
From every part is given a fatal woundP
There other beauties of a meaner fameY
Oblige the sight whom here I shall not nameY
In her right hand she did a sceptre swayK
O'er all mankind ambitious to obeyK
Her lovely forehead and her killing eyeG
Her blushing cheeks of a vermilion dyeG
Her lip's soft pulp her heaving snowy breastZ
Her well turn'd arm her handsome slender waistA2
And all below veil'd from the curious eyeG
Oh heavenly maid makes all beholders cryG
Her dress was plain not pompous as a brideQ
Which would her sweeter native beauties hideQ
One thing I mind a spreading hoop she woreM
Than nothing which adorns a lady moreM
With equal rage could I its beauties singF
I'd with the hoop make all Parnassus ringF
Around her shoulders dangling on her throneB2
A bright Tartana carelessly was thrownB2
Which has already won immortal praiseC
Most sweetly sung in Allan Ramsay's laysC
The wanton Cupids did around her playK
And smiling loves upon her bosom strayK
With purple wings they round about her flewD
And her sweet lips tinged with ambrosial dewD
Her air was easy graceful was her mienC2
Her presence banish'd the ungrateful spleenC2
In short her divine influence refinedD2
Our corrupt hearts and polished mankindD2
Of lovely nymphs she had a smiling trainE2
Fairer than those e'er graced Arcadia's plainE2
The British ladies next to her took placeF2
Who chiefly did the fair assembly graceF2
What blooming virgins can Britannia boastG2
Their praises would all eloquence exhaustH2
With ladies there my ravish'd eyes did meetI2
That oft I've seen grace fair Edina's streetI2
With their broad hoops cut through the willing airB
Pleased to give place unto the lovely fairB
Sure this is like those blissful seats aboveJ2
Here is peace transporting joy and loveJ2
Should I be doom'd by cruel angry fateK2
In some lone isle my lingering end to waitK2
Yet happy I still happy should I beL2
While bless'd with virtue and a charming sheL2
With full content I'd fortune's pride despiseO
And die still gazing on her lovely eyesO
May all the blessings mortals need belowM2
May all the blessings heaven can bestowM2
May every thing that's pleasant good or rareB
Be the eternal portion of the FairB

James Thomson



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