The Imperfect Enjoyment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGBHII JJBHII KKKIIILLHHMMIIIIIIIB B NNKKHHOOPPIIIIIIIIII OOIIIIINaked she lay clasped in my longing arms | A |
I filled with love and she all over charms | A |
Both equally inspired with eager fire | B |
Melting through kindness flaming in desire | B |
With arms legs lips close clinging to embrace | C |
She clips me to her breast and sucks me to her face | C |
Her nimble tongue Love's lesser lightening played | D |
Within my mouth and to my thoughts conveyed | D |
Swift orders that I should prepare to throw | E |
The all dissolving thunderbolt below | E |
My fluttering soul sprung with the painted kiss | F |
Hangs hovering o'er her balmy brinks of bliss | F |
But whilst her busy hand would guide that part | G |
Which should convey my soul up to her heart | G |
In liquid raptures I dissolve all o'er | B |
Melt into sperm and and spend at every pore | H |
A touch from any part of her had done't | I |
Her hand her foot her very look's a c nt | I |
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Smiling she chides in a kind murmuring noise | J |
And from her body wipes the clammy joys | J |
When with a thousand kisses wandering o'er | B |
My panting bosom Is there then no more | H |
She cries All this to love and rapture's due | I |
Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too | I |
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But I the most forlorn lost man alive | K |
To show my wished obedience vainly strive | K |
I sigh alas and kiss but cannot swive | K |
Eager desires confound my first intent | I |
Succeeding shame does more success prevent | I |
And rage at last confirms me impotent | I |
Ev'n her fair hand which might bid heat return | L |
To frozen age and make cold hermits burn | L |
Applied to my dead cinder warms no more | H |
Than fire to ashes could past flames restore | H |
Trembling confused despairing limber dry | M |
A wishing weak unmoving lump I lie | M |
This dart of love whose piercing point oft tried | I |
With virgin blood ten thousand maids have dyed | I |
Which nature still directed with such art | I |
That it through every c nt reached every heart | I |
Stiffly resolved 'twould carelessly invade | I |
Woman or man nor aught its fury stayed | I |
Where'er it pierced a c nt it found or made | I |
Now languid lies in this unhappy hour | B |
Shrunk up and sapless like a withered flower | B |
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Thou treacherous base deserter of my flame | N |
False to my passion fatal to my fame | N |
Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove | K |
So true to lewdness so untrue to love | K |
What oyster cinder beggar common whore | H |
Didst thou e'er fail in all thy life before | H |
When vice disease and scandal lead the way | O |
With what officious haste dost thou obey | O |
Like a rude roaring hector in the streets | P |
Who scuffles cuffs and justles all he meets | P |
But if his king or country claim his aid | I |
The rakehell villain shrinks and hides his head | I |
Ev'n so thy brutal valour is displayed | I |
Breaks every stew does each small whore invade | I |
But when great Love the onset does command | I |
Base recreant to thy prince thou dar'st not stand | I |
Worst part of me and henceforth hated most | I |
Through all the town a common f cking post | I |
On whom each whore relieves her tingling c nt | I |
As hogs do rub themselves on gates and grunt | I |
May'st thou to ravenous chancres be a prey | O |
Or in consuming weepings waste away | O |
May strangury and stone thy days attend | I |
May'st thou ne'er piss who did refuse to spend | I |
When all my joys did on false thee depend | I |
And may ten thousand abler pricks agree | I |
To do the wronged Corinna right for thee | I |
John Wilmot
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