A Town Eclogue. 1710 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C DEFFGGHIGG J KKLLLMMNN C OOCCPPQQ J RRRSTPPCCCC C TTUUVITT J VVW C W J CCEETT C XXE J E C TTCC TTCC T| A | |
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| Scene the Royal Exchange | B |
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| CORYDON | C |
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| Now the keen rigour of the winter's o'er | D |
| No hail descends and frost can pinch no more | E |
| While other girls confess the genial spring | F |
| And laugh aloud or amorous ditties sing | F |
| Secure from cold their lovely necks display | G |
| And throw each useless chafing dish away | G |
| Why sits my Phillis discontented here | H |
| Nor feels the turn of the revolving year | I |
| Why on that brow dwell sorrow and dismay | G |
| Where Loves were wont to sport and Smiles to play | G |
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| PHILLIS | J |
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| Ah Corydon survey the 'Change around | K |
| Through all the 'Change no wretch like me is found | K |
| Alas the day when I poor heedless maid | L |
| Was to your rooms in Lincoln's Inn betray'd | L |
| Then how you swore how many vows you made | L |
| Ye listening Zephyrs that o'erheard his love | M |
| Waft the soft accents to the gods above | M |
| Alas the day for O eternal shame | N |
| I sold you handkerchiefs and lost my fame | N |
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| CORYDON | C |
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| When I forget the favour you bestow'd | O |
| Red herrings shall be spawn'd in Tyburn Road | O |
| Fleet Street transform'd become a flowery green | C |
| And mass be sung where operas are seen | C |
| The wealthy cit and the St James's beau | P |
| Shall change their quarters and their joys forego | P |
| Stock jobbing this to Jonathan's shall come | Q |
| At the Groom Porter's that play off his plum | Q |
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| PHILLIS | J |
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| But what to me does all that love avail | R |
| If while I doze at home o'er porter's ale | R |
| Each night with wine and wenches you regale | R |
| My livelong hours in anxious cares are past | S |
| And raging hunger lays my beauty waste | T |
| On templars spruce in vain I glances throw | P |
| And with shrill voice invite them as they go | P |
| Exposed in vain my glossy ribbons shine | C |
| And unregarded wave upon the twine | C |
| The week flies round and when my profit's known | C |
| I hardly clear enough to change a crown | C |
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| CORYDON | C |
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| Hard fate of virtue thus to be distrest | T |
| Thou fairest of thy trade and far the best | T |
| As fruitmen's stalls the summer market grace | U |
| And ruddy peaches them as first in place | U |
| Plumcake is seen o'er smaller pastry ware | V |
| And ice on that so Phillis does appear | I |
| In playhouse and in Park above the rest | T |
| Of belles mechanic elegantly drest | T |
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| PHILLIS | J |
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| And yet Crepundia that conceited fair | V |
| Amid her toys affects a saucy air | V |
| And views me hourly with a scornful eye | W |
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| CORYDON | C |
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| She might as well with bright Cleora vie | W |
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| PHILLIS | J |
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| With this large petticoat I strive in vain | C |
| To hide my folly past and coming pain | C |
| 'Tis now no secret she and fifty more | E |
| Observe the symptoms I had once before | E |
| A second babe at Wapping must be placed | T |
| When I scarce bear the charges of the last | T |
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| CORYDON | C |
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| What I could raise I sent a pound of plums | X |
| Five shillings and a coral for his gums | X |
| To morrow I intend him something more | E |
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| PHILLIS | J |
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| I sent a frock and pair of shoes before | E |
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| CORYDON | C |
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| However you shall home with me to night | T |
| Forget your cares and revel in delight | T |
| I have in store a pint or two of wine | C |
| Some cracknels and the remnant of a chine | C |
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| And now on either side and all around | T |
| The weighty shop boards fall and bars resound | T |
| Each ready sempstress slips her pattens on | C |
| And ties her hood preparing to be gone | C |
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| L B W H J S S T | T |
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