Constantinople Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFFFGG HIJJKKGGLL MNKKGGOOOPPQQRRRSS QOOOOOGGOOOOPPPPPPPP TUPPPPPPPPPPPP OOOOPPGG PPPP PPPPPPPPOOOOQOGGOOOP PPPOOGGRRVVVWritten January in the Chiosk at Pera overlooking Constantinople | A |
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Give me Great God said I a Little Farm | B |
in Summer shady in Winter warm | C |
where a cool spring gives birth to a clear brook | D |
by Nature slideing down a mossy Rock | E |
Not artfully in Leaden Pipes convey'd | F |
Or greatly falling in a forc'd Cascade | F |
Pure unsully'd winding throu' ye Shade | F |
All bounteous Heaven has added to my Praier | G |
a softer Climate and a purer Air | G |
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Our Frozen Isle now chilling Winter binds | H |
Deform'd by Rains rough wth blasting Winds | I |
ye wither'd Woods grown white wth hoary Frost | J |
by driving storms their scatter'd beautys lost | J |
The Trembling birds their leaveless coverts shun | K |
And seek in distant Climes a warmer Sun | K |
The Water Nymphs their silenced Urns deplore | G |
Even Thames benumb'd a River now no more | G |
The barren Meadows give no more delight | L |
by Glist'ning Snows made painfull to ye Sight | L |
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Here Summer reigns wth one Eternal Smile | M |
And double Harvests bless ye happy Soil | N |
Fair fertile Fields to warm Indulgent Heaven | K |
Has every Charm of every Season given | K |
No Killing Cold deforms ye Beauteous Year | G |
The springing Flowers no coming Winter Fear | G |
But as ye Parent Rose decays dies | O |
ye Infant Buds wth brighter Colours rise | O |
And with fresh sweets ye Mother scent supplys | O |
Near them the Vi'let glows wth odours blest | P |
And blooms in more than Tyrian Purple drest | P |
The rich Jonquils their golden gleam display | Q |
And shine in glorys emulateing day | Q |
These chearfull Groves their living Leaves retain | R |
The Streams still murmur undefil'd by Rain | R |
And growing Green adorns ye Fruitfull Plain | R |
The warbling Kind uninterrupted Sing | S |
Warm'd wth Enjoyment of perpetual Spring | S |
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Here from my Window I at once survey | Q |
The crouded City resounding Sea | O |
In distant Views see Assian Mountains rise | O |
And Lose their Snowy Summits in ye Skies | O |
Above those Mountains high Olympus Tow'rs | O |
The Parliamental Seat of Heavenly Powers | O |
New to ye Sight my ravish'd Eyes admire | G |
Each guilded Crescent each Antique Spire | G |
The Fair Serail where sunk in Idle ease | O |
The Lazy Monarch melts his thoughtless days | O |
The Marble Mosques beneath whose Ample Domes | O |
Fierce Warlike Sultans sleep in peacefull Tombs | O |
Those lofty Structures once the Christian boast | P |
Their Names their Honnours their Beautys lost | P |
Those Altars bright wth Gold wth Sculpture grac'd | P |
By barbarous Zeal of savage Foes defac'd | P |
Convents where Emperors profess'd of old | P |
The Labour'd Pillars that their Triumphs told | P |
Vain Monuments of Men that once were great | P |
Sunk undistinguish'd by one Common Fate | P |
How art thou falln Imperial City Low | T |
Where are thy Hopes of Roman Glory now | U |
Where are thy Palaces by Prelates rais'd | P |
Where preistly Pomp in Purple Lustre blaz'd | P |
So vast that Youthfull Kings might there reside | P |
So Splendid to content a Patriarchs pride | P |
Where Grecian Artists all their skill displayd | P |
Before ye happy Sciences decay'd | P |
So vast that Youthfull Kings might there reside | P |
So Splendid to content a Patriarchs Pride | P |
Convents where Emperors proffess'd of Old | P |
The Labour'd Pillars that their Triumphs told | P |
Vain Monuments of Men that once were great | P |
Sunk undistinguish'd in one common Fate | P |
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One Little Spot the small Fenar contains | O |
Of Greek Nobillity the poor Remains | O |
Where other Helens show like powerfull Charms | O |
As once engag'd the Warring World in Arms | O |
Those Names that Roial Auncestry can boast | P |
In mean Mechanic Arts obscurely lost | P |
Those Eyes a second Homer might inspire | G |
fix'd at the Loom destroy their useless Fire | G |
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Greiv'd at a view which strikes vpon my Mind | P |
The short liv'd Vanity of Human kind | P |
In Gaudy Objects I indulge my Sight | P |
And turn where Eastern Pomp gives gay delight | P |
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See the vast Train in various Habits dress'd | P |
By the Bright Seymetar and Sable Vest | P |
The Vizier proud distinguish'd o're the rest | P |
Six slaves in gay Attire his Bridle hold | P |
His Bridle rough with Gems his Stirups Gold | P |
His Snowy Steed adorn'd with lavish Pride | P |
Whole Troops of Soldiers mounted by his Side | P |
These toss the Plumy Crest Arabian Coursers guide | P |
With awfull Duty all decline their Eyes | O |
No bellowing Shouts of noisy Crouds arise | O |
Silence in solemn State the march attends | O |
Till at the dread Divan the slow processions ends | O |
Yet not these Objects all profusely Gay | Q |
The Gilded Navy that adorns the Sea | O |
The riseing City in Confusion fair | G |
Magnificently form'd irregular | G |
Where Woods and Palaces at once surprise | O |
Gardens on Gardens Domes on Domes arise | O |
And endless Beauties tire the wandering Eyes | O |
So sooths my Wishes or so charms my Mind | P |
As this Retreat secure from Human kind | P |
No Knaves successfull Craft does Spleen excite | P |
No Coxcombs tawdry Splendour shocks my Sight | P |
No Mob Alarm awakes my Female Fears | O |
No unrewarded Merit asks my Tears | O |
Nor Praise my Mind nor Envy hurts my Ear | G |
Even Fame it selfe can hardly reach me here | G |
Impertinence with all her Tattling Train | R |
Fair sounding Flatterys delicious Bane | R |
Censorious Folly Noisy Party Rage | V |
The Thousand with which she must engage | V |
Who dare have Virtue in a Vicious Age | V |
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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