On Beauty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHIJKKLM NNOOPPQQRFFSTTUUVVWW XXPPYYKKGGZA2GGQQMMF FB2B2CCKKDDC2C2D2D2E 2E2F2F2G2H2I2I2BBJ2J 2K2K2L2L2OOM2M2BBBeauty deserves the homage of the muse | A |
Shall mine rebellious the dear theme refuse | A |
No while my breast respires the vital air | B |
Wholly I am devoted to the fair | B |
Beauty I'll sing in my sublimest lays | C |
I burn to give her just immortal praise | C |
The heavenly maid with transport I'll pursue | D |
To her abode and all her graces view | D |
This happy place with all delights abounds | E |
And plenty broods upon the fertile grounds | E |
Here verdant grass their waving | F |
And hills and vales in sweet confusion lie | G |
The nibbling flock stray o'er the rising hills | H |
And all around with bleating music fills | H |
High on their fronts tall blooming forests nod | I |
Of sylvan deities the blest abode | J |
The feather'd minstrels hop from spray to spray | K |
And chant their gladsome carols all the day | K |
Till dusky night advancing in her car | L |
Makes with declining light successful war | M |
Then Philomel her mournful lay repeats | N |
And through her throat breathes melancholy sweets | N |
Still higher yet wild rugged rocks arise | O |
And strike beholders with a dread surprise | O |
This paradise these towering hills surround | P |
That thither is one only passage found | P |
Increasing brooks roll down the mountain's side | Q |
And as they pass the opposing pebbles chide | Q |
But vernal showers refresh the blooming year | R |
Their only season is eternal spring | F |
Which hovers o'er them with a downy wing | F |
Blossoms and fruits at once the trees adorn | S |
With glowing blushes like the rosy morn The way that to this stately palace goes | T |
Of myrtle trees lies 'twixt two even rows | T |
Which towering high with outstretch'd arms display'd | U |
Over our heads a living arch have made | U |
To sing my muse the bold attempt begin | V |
Of awful beauties you behold within | V |
The Goddess sat upon a throne of gold | W |
Emboss'd with figures charming to behold | W |
Here new made Eve stood in her early bloom | X |
Not yet obscured with sin's sullen gloom | X |
Her naked beauties do the soul confound | P |
From every part is given a fatal wound | P |
There other beauties of a meaner fame | Y |
Oblige the sight whom here I shall not name | Y |
In her right hand she did a sceptre sway | K |
O'er all mankind ambitious to obey | K |
Her lovely forehead and her killing eye | G |
Her blushing cheeks of a vermilion dye | G |
Her lip's soft pulp her heaving snowy breast | Z |
Her well turn'd arm her handsome slender waist | A2 |
And all below veil'd from the curious eye | G |
Oh heavenly maid makes all beholders cry | G |
Her dress was plain not pompous as a bride | Q |
Which would her sweeter native beauties hide | Q |
One thing I mind a spreading hoop she wore | M |
Than nothing which adorns a lady more | M |
With equal rage could I its beauties sing | F |
I'd with the hoop make all Parnassus ring | F |
Around her shoulders dangling on her throne | B2 |
A bright Tartana carelessly was thrown | B2 |
Which has already won immortal praise | C |
Most sweetly sung in Allan Ramsay's lays | C |
The wanton Cupids did around her play | K |
And smiling loves upon her bosom stray | K |
With purple wings they round about her flew | D |
And her sweet lips tinged with ambrosial dew | D |
Her air was easy graceful was her mien | C2 |
Her presence banish'd the ungrateful spleen | C2 |
In short her divine influence refined | D2 |
Our corrupt hearts and polished mankind | D2 |
Of lovely nymphs she had a smiling train | E2 |
Fairer than those e'er graced Arcadia's plain | E2 |
The British ladies next to her took place | F2 |
Who chiefly did the fair assembly grace | F2 |
What blooming virgins can Britannia boast | G2 |
Their praises would all eloquence exhaust | H2 |
With ladies there my ravish'd eyes did meet | I2 |
That oft I've seen grace fair Edina's street | I2 |
With their broad hoops cut through the willing air | B |
Pleased to give place unto the lovely fair | B |
Sure this is like those blissful seats above | J2 |
Here is peace transporting joy and love | J2 |
Should I be doom'd by cruel angry fate | K2 |
In some lone isle my lingering end to wait | K2 |
Yet happy I still happy should I be | L2 |
While bless'd with virtue and a charming she | L2 |
With full content I'd fortune's pride despise | O |
And die still gazing on her lovely eyes | O |
May all the blessings mortals need below | M2 |
May all the blessings heaven can bestow | M2 |
May every thing that's pleasant good or rare | B |
Be the eternal portion of the Fair | B |
James Thomson
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