Monday, Roxana, Or The Drawing-room Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC CCBBDDEEFGHCIIBBJKLL BBMMBBNNOLMM PPQQRRSSTTUVWWBB XXYY RRZZBBBB| Roxana from the court retiring late | A |
| Sigh'd her soft sorrows at St JAMES's gate | A |
| Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breast | B |
| Not her own chairmen wth more weight opprest | B |
| They groan the cruel load they're doom'd to bear | C |
| She in these gentler sounds express'd her care | C |
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| Was it for this that I these Roses wear | C |
| For this new set my Jewels for my hair | C |
| Ah Princess with what zeal have I pursu'd | B |
| Almost forgot the duty of a Prude | B |
| Thinking I never cou'd attend too soon | D |
| I've miss'd my prayers to get me dress'd by noon | D |
| For Thee ah what for Thee did I resign | E |
| My Pleasures Passions all that e'er was mine | E |
| I sacrific'd both Modesty and Ease | F |
| Left Operas and went to filthy Plays | G |
| Double entendres shock'd my tender ear | H |
| Yet even this for Thee I chose to bear | C |
| In glowing youth when nature bids be gay | I |
| And ev'ry joy of life before me lay | I |
| By honour prompted and by pride restrain'd | B |
| The pleasures of the young my soul disdain'd | B |
| Sermons I sought and with a mien severe | J |
| Censur'd my neighbours and said daily pray'r | K |
| Alas how chang'd with the same sermon mien | L |
| That once I pray'd the What d'ye call't I've seen | L |
| Ah cruel Princess for thy sake I've lost | B |
| That reputation which so dear had cost | B |
| I who avoided ev'ry publick place | M |
| When bloom and beauty bid me show my face | M |
| Now near Thee constant ev'ry night abide | B |
| With never failing duty by thy side | B |
| Myself and daughters standing on a row | N |
| To all the foreigners a goodly show | N |
| Oft had your drawing room been sadly thin | O |
| And merchants wives close by the chair had been seen | L |
| Had not I amply fill'd the empty space | M |
| And sav'd your Highness from the dire disgrace | M |
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| Yet COQUETILLA's artifice prevails | P |
| When all my merit and my duty fails | P |
| That COQUETILLA whose deluding airs | Q |
| Corrupts our virgins and our youth ensnares | Q |
| So sunk her character so lost her fame | R |
| Scarce visited before your Highness came | R |
| Yet for the Bed chamber 'tis Her you chuse | S |
| When Zeal and Fame and Virtue you refuse | S |
| Ah worthy choice not one of all your train | T |
| Whom censure blasts not and dishonours stain | T |
| Let the nice hind now suckle dirty pigs | U |
| And the proud pea hen snatch the cuckoo's eggs | V |
| Let IRIS leave her paint and own her age | W |
| And grave SUFFOLKIA wed a giddy page | W |
| A greater miracle is daily view'd | B |
| A virtuous Princess with a court so lewd | B |
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| I know thee Court with all thy treach'rous wiles | X |
| Thy false caresses and undoing smiles | X |
| Ah Princess learn'd in all the courtly arts | Y |
| To cheat our hopes and yet to gain our hearts | Y |
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| Large lovely bribes are the great statesman's aim | R |
| And the neglected patriot follows fame | R |
| The Prince is ogled some the King pursue | Z |
| But your ROXANA only follows YOU | Z |
| Despis'd ROXANA cease and try to find | B |
| Some other since the Princess proves unkind | B |
| Perhaps it is not hard to find at court | B |
| If not a greater a more firm support | B |
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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