Ballad, On A Late Occurrence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGHIHJKLKMINI HOPOQRSRTUVUWVXVYZA2 ZB2C2D2C2D2D2E2D2F2G 2C2G2H2E2D2E2WI2E2I2| Ungodly papers ev'ry week | A |
| Poor simple souls persuade | B |
| That courtiers good for nothing are | C |
| Or but for mischief made | B |
| But I who know their worthy hearts | D |
| Pronounce that we are blind | E |
| Who disappoint their honest schemes | F |
| Who would be just and kind | E |
| For in this vile degen'rate age | G |
| 'Tis dangerous to do good | H |
| Which will when I have told my tale | I |
| Be better understood | H |
| A puppy gamesome blithe and young | J |
| Who play'd about the court | K |
| Was destin'd by unlucky boys | L |
| To be their noonday's sport | K |
| With flatt'ring words they him entic'd | M |
| Words such as much prevail | I |
| And then with cruel art they tied | N |
| A bottle to his tail | I |
| Lord Hervey at a window stood | H |
| Detesting of the fact | O |
| And cried aloud with all his might | P |
| I know the bottle's crack'd | O |
| Do not to such a dirty hole | Q |
| Let them your tail apply | R |
| Alas you cannot know these things | S |
| One half so well as I | R |
| Harmless and young you don't suspect | T |
| The venom of this deed | U |
| But I see through the whole design | V |
| It is to make you bleed | U |
| This good advice was cast away | W |
| The puppy saw it shine | V |
| And tamely lick'd their treach'rous hands | X |
| And thought himself grown fine | V |
| But long he had not worn the gem | Y |
| But as Lord Hervey said | Z |
| He ran and bled the more he ran | A2 |
| Alas the more he bled | Z |
| Griev'd to the soul this gallant lord | B2 |
| Tripp'd hastily down stairs | C2 |
| With courage and compassion fir'd | D2 |
| To set him free prepares | C2 |
| But such was his ingratitude | D2 |
| To this most noble lord | D2 |
| He bit his lily hand quite through | E2 |
| As he untied the cord | D2 |
| Next day the Maids of Honour came | F2 |
| As I heard people tell | G2 |
| They wash'd the wound with brinish tears | C2 |
| And yet it is not well | G2 |
| Oh gen'rous youth my counsel take | H2 |
| And warlike acts forbear | E2 |
| Put on white gloves and lead folks out | D2 |
| For that is your affair | E2 |
| Never attempt to take away | W |
| Bottles from others' tails | I2 |
| For that is what no soul will bear | E2 |
| From Italy to Wales | I2 |
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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