An Epistle From Pope To Lord Bolingbroke Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGHHIIJJKKC CLEMMMNNOOPQPPRSTLUV WXYZA2B2C2C2C2D2D2E2 E2OOF2F2G2G2LLH2H2LL I2I2J2J2IILLLK2K2G2G 2L2L2M2M2K2K2K2K2N2N 2K2K2K2O2P2AAK2K2| Confess dear Laelius pious just and wise | A |
| Some self content does in that bosom rise | A |
| When you reflect as sure you sometimes must | B |
| What talents Heaven does to thy virtue trust | B |
| While with contempt you view poor humankind | C |
| Weak wilful sensual passionate and blind | C |
| Amid these errors thou art faultless found | D |
| The moon takes lustre from the darkness round | D |
| Permit me too a small attendant star | E |
| To twinkle though in a more distant sphere | F |
| Small things with great we poets oft compare | G |
| With admiration all your steps I view | H |
| And almost envy what I can't pursue | H |
| The world must grant and 'tis no common fame | I |
| My courage and my probity the same | I |
| But you great Lord to nobler scenes were born | J |
| Your early youth did Anna's court adorn | J |
| Let Oxford own let Catalonia tell | K |
| What various victims to your wisdom fell | K |
| Let vows or benefits the vulgar bind | C |
| Such ties can never chain th'intrepid mind | C |
| Recorded be that memorable hour | L |
| When to elude exasperated pow'r | E |
| With blushless front you durst your friend betray | M |
| Advise the whole confed'racy to stay | M |
| While with sly courage you run brisk away | M |
| By a deserted court with joy receiv'd | N |
| Your projects all admir'd your oaths believ'd | N |
| Some trust obtain'd of which good use he made | O |
| To gain a pardon where you first betray'd | O |
| But what is pardon to th'aspiring breast | P |
| You should have been first minister at least | Q |
| Failing of that forsaken and depress'd | P |
| Sure any soul but yours had sought for rest | P |
| And mourn'd in shades far from the public eye | R |
| Successless fraud and useless infamy | S |
| And here my lord let all mankind admire | T |
| The efforts bold of unexhausted fire | L |
| You stand the champion of the people's cause | U |
| And bid the mob reform defective laws | V |
| Oh was your pow'r like your intention good | W |
| Your native land would stream with civic blood | X |
| I own these glorious schemes I view with pain | Y |
| My little mischiefs to myself seem mean | Z |
| Such ills are humble though my heart is great | A2 |
| All I can do is flatter lie and cheat | B2 |
| Yet I may say 'tis plain that you preside | C2 |
| O'er all my morals and 'tis much my pride | C2 |
| To tread with steps unequal where you guide | C2 |
| My first subscribers I have first defam'd | D2 |
| And when detected never was asham'd | D2 |
| Rais'd all the storms I could in private life | E2 |
| Whisper'd the husband to reform the wife | E2 |
| Outwitted Lintot in his very trade | O |
| And charity with obloquy repaid | O |
| Yet while you preach in prose I scold in rhymes | F2 |
| Against th'injustice of flagitious times | F2 |
| You learned doctor of the public stage | G2 |
| Give gilded poison to corrupt the age | G2 |
| Your poor toad eater I around me scatter | L |
| My scurril jests and gaping crowds bespatter | L |
| This may seem envy to the formal fools | H2 |
| Who talk of virtue's bounds and honour's rules | H2 |
| We who with piercing eyes look nature through | L |
| We know that all is right in all we do | L |
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| Reason's erroneous honest instinct right | I2 |
| Monkeys were made to grin and fleas to bite | I2 |
| Using the spite by the Creator given | J2 |
| We only tread the path that's mark'd by Heaven | J2 |
| And sure with justice 'tis that we exclaim | I |
| Such wrongs must e'en your modesty inflame | I |
| While blockheads court rewards and honours share | L |
| You poet patriot and philosopher | L |
| No bills in pockets nor no garter wear | L |
| When I see smoking on a booby's board | K2 |
| Fat ortolans and pye of Perigord | K2 |
| Myself am mov'd to high poetic rage | G2 |
| The Homer and the Horace of the age | G2 |
| Puppies who have the insolence to dine | L2 |
| With smiling beauties and with sparkling wine | L2 |
| While I retire plagu'd with an empty purse | M2 |
| Eat brocoli and kiss my ancient nurse | M2 |
| But had we flourish'd when stern Harry reign'd | K2 |
| Our good designs had been but ill explained | K2 |
| The axe had cut your solid reas'nings short | K2 |
| I in the porter's lodge been scourg'd at court | K2 |
| To better times kind Heav'n reserv'd our birth | N2 |
| Happy for you such coxcombs are on earth | N2 |
| Mean spirits seek their villainy to hide | K2 |
| We show our venom'd souls with nobler pride | K2 |
| And in bold strokes have all man kind defy'd | K2 |
| Pass'd o'er the bounds that keep mankind in awe | O2 |
| And laugh'd at justice liberty and law | P2 |
| While our admirers stare with dumb surprise | A |
| Treason and scandal we monopolise | A |
| Yet this remains our most peculiar boast | K2 |
| You 'scape the block and I the whipping post | K2 |
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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