Epistle From Arthur Grey, The Footman, To Mrs. Murray, After His Condemnation For Attempting To Comm Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGGGHHIIIJ JKKLLDDMMNOGGPP LLGGGQQARSSTUBBVWVXX YYYZZBBBA2A2B2B2KKSP C2D2II AAE2E2F2F2GGG2G2G2H2 I2J2K2L2L2NOM2N2GGGM 2M2DDBB| Read lovely nymph and tremble not to read | A |
| I have no more to wish nor you to dread | A |
| I ask not life for life to me were vain | B |
| And death a refuge from severer pain | B |
| My only hope in these last lines I try | C |
| I would be pitied and I then would die | C |
| Long had I liv'd as sordid as my fate | D |
| Nor curs'd the destiny that made me wait | D |
| A servile slave content with homely food | E |
| The gross instinct of happiness pursued | E |
| Youth gave me sleep at night and warmth of blood | F |
| Ambition yet had never touch'd my breast | G |
| My lordly master knew no sounder rest | G |
| With labour healthy in obedience blest | G |
| But when I saw oh had I never seen | H |
| That wounding softness that engaging mien | H |
| The mist of wretched education flies | I |
| Shame fear desire despair and love arise | I |
| The new creation of those beauteous eyes | I |
| But yet that love pursu'd no guilty aim | J |
| Deep in my heart I hid the secret flame | J |
| I never hop'd my fond desire to tell | K |
| And all my wishes were to serve you well | K |
| Heav'ns how I flew when wing'd by your command | L |
| And kiss'd the letters giv'n me by your hand | L |
| How pleas'd how proud how fond I was to wait | D |
| Present the sparkling wine or change the plate | D |
| How when you sung my soul devour'd the sound | M |
| And ev'ry sense was in the rapture drown'd | M |
| Though bid to go I quite forgot to move | N |
| You knew not that stupidity was love | O |
| But oh the torment not to be express'd | G |
| The grief the rage the hell that fir'd this breast | G |
| When my great rivals in embroidery gay | P |
| Sate by your side or led you from the play | P |
| - | |
| I still contriv'd near as I could to stand | L |
| the flambeau trembling in my shaking hand | L |
| I saw or thought I saw those fingers press'd | G |
| For thus their passion by my own I guess'd | G |
| And jealous fury all my soul possess'd | G |
| Like torrents love and indignation meet | Q |
| And madness would have thrown me at your feet | Q |
| Turn lovely nymph for so I would have said | A |
| Turn from those triflers who make love a trade | R |
| This is true passion in my eyes you see | S |
| They cannot no they cannot love like me | S |
| Frequent debauch has pall'd their sickly taste | T |
| Faint their desire and in a moment past | U |
| They sigh not from the heart but from the brain | B |
| Vapours of vanity and strong champagne | B |
| Too dull to feel what forms like yours inspire | V |
| After long talking of their painted fire | W |
| To some lewd brothel they at night retire | V |
| There pleas'd with fancy'd quality and charms | X |
| Enjoy your beauties in a strumpet's arms | X |
| Such are the joys those toasters have in view | Y |
| And such the wit and pleasure they pursue | Y |
| And is this love that ought to merit you | Y |
| Each opera night a new address begun | Z |
| They swear to thousands what they swear to one | Z |
| Not thus I sigh but all my sighs are vain | B |
| Die wretched Arthur and conceal thy pain | B |
| 'Tis impudence to wish and madness to complain | B |
| Fix'd on this view my only hope of ease | A2 |
| I waited not the aid of slow disease | A2 |
| The keenest instruments of death I sought | B2 |
| And death alone employ'd my lab'ring thought | B2 |
| This all the night when I remember well | K |
| The charming tinkle of your morning bell | K |
| Fir'd by the sound I hasten'd with your tea | S |
| With one last look to smooth the darksome way | P |
| But oh how dear that fatal look has cost | C2 |
| In that fond moment my resolves were lost | D2 |
| Hence all my guilt and all your sorrows rise | I |
| I saw the languid softness of your eyes | I |
| - | |
| I saw the dear disorder of your bed | A |
| Your cheeks all glowing with a tempting red | A |
| Your night clothes tumbled with resistless grace | E2 |
| Your flowing hair play'd careless down your face | E2 |
| Your night gown fasten'd with a single pin | F2 |
| Fancy improv'd the wondrous charms within | F2 |
| I fix'd my eyes upon that heaving breast | G |
| And hardly hardly I forbore the rest | G |
| Eager to gaze unsatisfied with sight | G2 |
| My head grew giddy with the near delight | G2 |
| Too well you know the fatal following night | G2 |
| Th'extremest proof of my desire I give | H2 |
| And since you will not love I will not live | I2 |
| Condemn'd by you I wait the righteous doom | J2 |
| Careless and fearless of the woes to come | K2 |
| But when you see me waver in the wind | L2 |
| My guilty flame extinct my soul resign'd | L2 |
| Sure you may pity what you can't approve | N |
| The cruel consequence of furious love | O |
| Think the bold wretch that could so greatly dare | M2 |
| Was tender faithful ardent and sincere | N2 |
| Think when I held the pistol to your breast | G |
| Had I been of the world's large rule possess'd | G |
| That world had then been yours and I been blest | G |
| Think that my life was quite below my care | M2 |
| Nor fear'd I any hell beyond despair | M2 |
| If these reflections though they seize you late | D |
| Give some compassion for your Arthur's fate | D |
| Enough you give nor ought I to complain | B |
| You pay my pangs nor have I died in vain | B |
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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