Occasional Lines Repeated At An Elegant Entertainment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDEFFBBGHIIJJKKLM HGNNGGOPQNEDAARRSSTU VVWWXXYYZZMMA2A2GGYY B2B2C2C2YYD2D2YYE2E2 F2G2YYH2H2GHI2I2FFZZ| Given By Lieutenant Colonel D To His Friends In The Ruins Of Berry Castle Devonshire A | A |
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| By your permission Ladies I address ye | B |
| And for the boon you grant my Muse shall bless ye | B |
| I do not mean in solemn verse to tell | C |
| What fate the race of Pomeroy befell | C |
| To trace the castle story of each year | D |
| To learn how many owls have hooted here | E |
| What was the weight of stone which form'd this pile | F |
| Will on your lovely cheeks awake no smile | F |
| Such antiquarian sermons suit not me | B |
| Nor any soul who loves festivity | B |
| Past times I heed not be the present hour | G |
| In life while yet it blooms my chosen flow'r | H |
| For well I know what Time cannot disown | I |
| Amidst this mossy pile of mould'ring stone | I |
| That Hospitality was never seen | J |
| To spread more social joy upon the green | J |
| Or when its noble and capacious hall | K |
| Rang with the gambol gay or graceful ball | K |
| More beauty never charm'd its ancient beaux | L |
| Than what its honour'd ruins now enclose | M |
| Thanks to the clouds which from the soaking show'r | H |
| Preserve the vot'ries of the present hour | G |
| For strange to tell beneath the chilling storm | N |
| Lately the rose reclin'd her frozen form | N |
| Yet since beneath the favour of the weather | G |
| We are a laughing group conven'd together | G |
| Pray let the Muse pursue her merry route | O |
| To shew what pass'd before we all set out | P |
| To some fair damsel who intent to charm | Q |
| Declares she thinks the weather fine and warm | N |
| Such words as these address her trembling ear | E |
| I really think we shall have rain my dear | D |
| Pray do not go my love cries soft mama | A |
| You shall not go that's flat cries stern papa | A |
| A lucky sunbeam shines on the discourse | R |
| The parents soften and Miss mounts her horse | R |
| Each tickled with some laugh inspiring notion | S |
| Behold the jocund party all in motion | S |
| Some by a rattling buggy are befriended | T |
| Some mount the cart but not to be suspended | U |
| The mourning coach B is wisely counter order'd | V |
| The very thought on impious rashness border'd | V |
| Because the luckless vehicle one night | W |
| Put all its merry mourners in a fright | W |
| Who to conduct them to the masquerade | X |
| Sought from its crazy wheels their moving aid | X |
| Us'd to a soleme pace the creaking load | Y |
| Bounded unwillingly along the road | Y |
| Down came the whole oh what a sight was there | Z |
| O'er a blind Fiddler roll'd a Flow'r Nymph fair | Z |
| A glitt'ring Spaniard who had lost his nose | M |
| Roar'd out Oh d n it take away your toes | M |
| A blooming Nun fell plump upon a Jew | A2 |
| Still to the good old cause of traffic true | A2 |
| Buried in clothes exclaim'd the son of barter | G |
| Got blesh my shoul you'll shell this pretty garter | G |
| Here let me pause the Muse in sad affright | Y |
| Turns from the dire disasters of that night | Y |
| Quite panic struck she drops her trembling plumes | B2 |
| And thus a moralizing theme assumes | B2 |
| Know gentle Ladies once these shapeless walls | C2 |
| O'er whose grey wreck the shading ivy crawls | C2 |
| Compos'd a graceful mansion whose fair mould | Y |
| Led from the road the trav'ller to behold | Y |
| Oft when the morning ting'd the redd'ning skies | D2 |
| Far off the spiral smoke was seen to rise | D2 |
| At noon the hospitable board was spread | Y |
| Then nappy ale made light the weary head | Y |
| And when grey eve appear'd in shadows damp | E2 |
| Each casement glitter'd with th' enliv'ning lamp | E2 |
| Here the laugh titter'd there the lute of Love | F2 |
| Fill'd with its melody the moon light grove | G2 |
| All all are fled Time ruthless stalks around | Y |
| And bends the crumbling ruin to the ground | Y |
| Time Ladies too I know you do not like him | H2 |
| And if a fan could end him you would strike him | H2 |
| Will with as little gallantry devour | G |
| From your fair faces their bewitching pow'r | H |
| Then like these ruins beauteous in decay | I2 |
| Still shall you charm and men shall still obey | I2 |
| Then with remembrance soft and tender smile | F |
| Perchance you'll think upon this mossy pile | F |
| And with a starting tear of joy declare | Z |
| Oh how we laugh'd how merry were we there | Z |
John Carr (sir)
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