The Fan : A Poem. Book Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGHIJJKK LL MMNNIIOOPQKKRRSSMMSS TTUUSSKKVVKKHINWXXHI KKAANWIIYYAA ZZA2B2C2C2D2D2 E2E2F2F2KKG2H2GG I2I2J2J2FF K2L2KKZZOOSS M2M2KKN2O2 NWC2C2P2P2Q2R2S2S2AA T2T2HIYYKK DD S2S2ZZU2O2QQC2C2G2H2 ZZN2O2 V2V2W2W2DDX2X2FFN2U2 ZZKKDDKKY2Thus Mommus spoke When sage Minerva rose | A |
From her sweet lips smooth elocution flows | A |
Her skilful hand an ivory pallet grac'd | B |
Where shining colours were in order plac'd | B |
As gods are bless'd with a superior skill | C |
And swift as mortal thought perform their will | C |
Straight she proposes by her art divine | D |
To bid the paint express her great design | D |
The assembled powers consent She now began | E |
And her creating pencil stain'd the fan | E |
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O'er the fair field trees spread and rivers flow | F |
Towers rear their heads and distant mountains grow | F |
Life seems to move within the glowing veins | G |
And in each face some lively passion reigns | G |
Thus have I seen woods hills and dales appear | H |
Flocks graze the plains birds wing the silent air | I |
In darken'd rooms where light can only pass | J |
Through the small circle of a convex glass | J |
On the white sheet the moving figures rise | K |
The forest waves clouds float along the skies | K |
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She various fables on the piece design'd | L |
That spoke the follies of the female kind | L |
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The fate of pride in Niobe she drew | M |
Be wise ye nymphs that scornful vice subdue | M |
In a wide plain the imperious mother stood | N |
Whose distant bounds rose in a winding wood | N |
Upon her shoulders flows her mantling hair | I |
Pride marks her brow and elevates her air | I |
A purple robe behind her sweeps the ground | O |
Whose spacious border golden flowers surround | O |
She made Latona's altars cease to flam | P |
And of due honours robb'd her sacred name | Q |
To her own charms she bade fresh incense rise | K |
And adoration own her brighter eyes | K |
Seven daughters from her fruitful loins were born | R |
Seven graceful sons her nuptial bed adorn | R |
Who from a mother's arrogant disdain | S |
Were by Latona's double offspring slain | S |
Here Phoebus his unerring arrow drew | M |
And from his rising steed her first born threw | M |
His opening fingers drop the slacken'd rein | S |
And the pale corse falls headlong to the plain | S |
Beneath her pencil here two wrestlers bend | T |
See to the grasp their swelling nerves distend | T |
Diana's arrow joins them face to face | U |
And death unites them in a strict embrace | U |
Another her flies trembling o'er the plain | S |
When heaven pursues we shun the stroke in vain | S |
This lifts his supplicating hands and eyes | K |
And midst his humble adoration dies | K |
As from his thigh this tears the barbed dart | V |
A surer weapon strikes this throbbing heart | V |
While that to raise his wounded brother tries | K |
Death blasts his bloom and locks his frozen eyes | K |
The tender sisters bath'd in grief appear | H |
With sable garments and dishevell'd hair | I |
And o'er their grasping brothers weeping stood | N |
Some with their tresses stopp'd the gushing blood | W |
They strive to stay the fleeting life too late | X |
And in the pious action share their fate | X |
Now the proud dame o'ercome by trembling fear | H |
With her wide robe protects her only care | I |
To save her only care in vain she tries | K |
Close at her feet the latest victim dies | K |
Down her fair cheek the trickling sorrow flows | A |
Like dewy spangles on the blushing rose | A |
Fix'd in astonishment she weeping stood | N |
The plain all purple with her children's blood | W |
She stiffens with her woes no more her hair | I |
In easy ringlets wantons the air | I |
Motion forsakes her eyes her veins are dried | Y |
And beat not longer with the sanguine tide | Y |
All life is fled firm marble now she grows | A |
Which still in tears the mother's anguish shows | A |
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Ye haughty fair your painted fans display | Z |
And the just fate of lofty pride survey | Z |
Though lovers oft extol your beauty's pow'r | A2 |
And in celestial similies adore | B2 |
Though from your features Cupid borrows arms | C2 |
And goddesses confess inferior charms | C2 |
Do not vain maid the flattering tale believe | D2 |
Alike thy lovers and thy glass deceive | D2 |
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Here lively colours Procris' passion tell | E2 |
Who to her jealous fears a victim fell | E2 |
Here kneels the trembling hunter o'er his wife | F2 |
Who rolls her sick'ning eyes and gasps for life | F2 |
Her drooping head upon her shoulder lies | K |
And purple gore her snowy bosom dies | K |
What guilt what horror on his face appears | G2 |
See his red eye lids seem to swell with tears | H2 |
With agony his wringing hands he stains | G |
And strong convulsions stretch his branching veins | G |
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Learn hence ye wives bid vain suspicion cease | I2 |
Lose not in sulien discontent your peace | I2 |
For when fierce love to jealousy ferments | J2 |
A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents | J2 |
No more the days in pleasing converse flow | F |
And nights no more their soft endearments know | F |
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There on the piece the Volscian Queen expir'd | K2 |
The love of spoils her female bosom fir'd | L2 |
Gay Chloreus' arms attract her longing eyes | K |
And for the painted plume and helm she sighs | K |
Fearless she follows bent on gaudy prey | Z |
Till an ill fated dart obstructs her way | Z |
Down drops the martial maid the bloody ground | O |
Floats with a torrent from the purple wound | O |
The mournful nymphs her drooping head sustain | S |
And try to stop the gushing life in vain | S |
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Thus the raw maid some tawdry coat surveys | M2 |
Where the fop's fancy in embroidery plays | M2 |
His snowy feather edg'd with crimson dies | K |
And his bright sword knot lure her wandering eyes | K |
Fring'd gloves and gold brocade conspire to move | N2 |
Till the nymph falls a sacrifice to love | O2 |
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Here young Narcissus o'er the fountains stood | N |
And view'd his image in the crystal flood | W |
The crystal flood reflects his lovely charms | C2 |
And the pleas'd image strives to meet his arms | C2 |
No nymph his unexperienc'd breast subdu'd | P2 |
Echo in vain the flying boy pursu'd | P2 |
Himself alone the foolish youth admires | Q2 |
And with fond look the smiling shade desires | R2 |
O'er the smooth lake with fruitless tears he grieves | S2 |
His spreading fingers shoot in verdant leaves | S2 |
Through his pale veins green sap now gently flows | A |
And in a short liv'd flower his beauty blows | A |
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Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast | T2 |
That beauty's but a transient good at best | T2 |
Like flowers it withers with the advancing year | H |
And age like winter robs the blooming fair | I |
Oh Araminta cease thy wonted pride | Y |
Nor longer in thy faithless charms confide | Y |
Even while the glass reflects thy sparkling eyes | K |
Their lustre and thy rosy colour flies | K |
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Thus on the fan the breathing figures shine | D |
And all the powers applaud the wise design | D |
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The Cyprian Queen the painted gift receives | S2 |
And with a grateful bow the synod leaves | S2 |
To the low world she bends her steepy way | Z |
Where Strephon pass'd the solitary day | Z |
She found him in a melancholy grove | U2 |
His down cast eyes betray'd desponding love | O2 |
The wounded bark confess'd his slighted flame | Q |
And every tree bore false Corinna's name | Q |
In a cool shade he lay with folded arms | C2 |
Curses his fortune and upbraids her charms | C2 |
When Venus to his wondering eyes appears | G2 |
And with these words relieves his amorous cares | H2 |
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Rise happy youth this bright machine survey | Z |
Whose rattling sticks my busy fingers sway | Z |
This present shall thy cruel charmer move | N2 |
And in her fickle bosom kindle love | O2 |
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The fan shall flutter in all female hands | V2 |
And various fashions learn from various lands | V2 |
For this shall elephants their ivory shed | W2 |
And polish'd sticks the waving engine spread | W2 |
His clouded mail the tortoise shall resign | D |
And round the rivet pearly circles shine | D |
On this shall Indians all their art employ | X2 |
And with bright colours stain the gaudy toy | X2 |
Their paint shall here in wildest fancies flow | F |
Their dress their customs their religion show | F |
So shall the British fair their minds improve | N2 |
And on the fan to distant climates rove | U2 |
Here China's ladies shall their pride display | Z |
And silver figures gild their loose array | Z |
This boasts her little feet in winking eyes | K |
That tunes the fife or tinkling cymbal plies | K |
Here cross legg'd nobles in rich state shall dine | D |
There in bright mail distorted heroes shine | D |
The peeping fan in modern times shall rise | K |
Through which unseen the female ogle flies | K |
This shall in | Y2 |
John Gay
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