Saturday, The Small-pox Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDEFGGHH CCIJKLMMNNHHCCC OOPPGGGQQDDCC HHRRIJSTUUIICC MMIIVVWXCC GGWXYYCCCC RRDZRRCC A2A2YYIJ B2B2C2C2UUA2A2

FLAVIAA
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The wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'dB
Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mindB
A glass revers'd in her right hand she boreC
For now she shun'd the face she sought beforeC
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'How am I chang'd alas how am I grownD
'A frightful spectre to myself unknownD
'Where's my Complexion where the radiant BloomE
'That promis'd happiness for Years to comeF
'Then with what pleasure I this face survey'dG
'To look once more my visits oft delay'dG
'Charm'd with the view a fresher red would riseH
'And a new life shot sparkling from my eyesH
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'Ah faithless glass my wonted bloom restoreC
'Alas I rave that bloom is now no moreC
'The greatest good the GODS on men bestowI
'Ev'n youth itself to me is useless nowJ
'There was a time oh that I could forgetK
'When opera tickets pour'd before my feetL
'And at the ring where brightest beauties shineM
'The earliest cherries of the spring were mineM
'Witness O Lilly and thou Motteux tellN
'How much Japan these eyes have made ye sellN
'With what contempt ye you saw me oft despiseH
'The humble offer of the raffled prizeH
'For at the raffle still the prize I boreC
'With scorn rejected or with triumph woreC
' Now beauty's fled and presents are no moreC
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'For me the Patriot has the house forsookO
'And left debates to catch a passing lookO
'For me the Soldier has soft verses writP
'For me the Beau has aim'd to be a WitP
'For me the Wit to nonsense was betray'dG
'The Gamester has for me his dun delay'dG
'And overseen the card I would have play'dG
'The bold and haughty by success made vainQ
'Aw'd by my eyes has trembled to complainQ
'The bashful 'squire touch'd by a wish unknownD
'Has dar'd to speak with spirit not his ownD
'Fir'd by one wish all did alike adoreC
'Now beauty's fled and lovers are no moreC
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'As round the room I turn my weeping eyesH
'New unaffected scenes of sorrow riseH
'Far from my sight that killing picture bearR
'The face disfigure and the canvas tearR
'That picture which with pride I us'd to showI
'The lost resemblance but upbraids me nowJ
'And thou my toilette where I oft have satS
'While hours unheeded pass'd in deep debateT
'How curls should fall or where a patch to placeU
'If blue or scarlet best became my faceU
'Now on some happier nymph thy aid bestowI
'On fairer heads ye useless jewels glowI
'No borrow'd lustre can my charms restoreC
'Beauty is fled and dress is now no moreC
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'Ye meaner beauties I permit ye shineM
'Go triumph in the hearts that once were mineM
'But midst your triumphs with confusion knowI
''Tis to my ruin all your arms ye oweI
'Would pitying Heav'n restore my wonted mienV
'Ye still might move unthought of and unseenV
'But oh how vain how wretched is the boastW
'Of beauty faded and of empire lostX
'What now is left but weeping to deploreC
'My beauty fled and empire now no moreC
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'Ye cruel Chymists what with held your aidG
'Could no pomatums save a trembling maidG
'How false and trifling is that art you boastW
'No art can give me back my beauty lostX
'In tears surrounded by my friends I layY
'Mask'd o'er and trembled at the sight of dayY
'MIRMILLO came my fortune to deploreC
' A golden headed cane well carv'd he boreC
'Cordials he cried my spirits must restoreC
'Beauty is fled and spirit is no moreC
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'GALEN the grave officious SQUIRT was thereR
'With fruitless grief and unavailing careR
'MACHAON too the great MACHAON knownD
'By his red cloak and his superior frownZ
'And why he cry'd this grief and this despairR
'You shall again be well again be fairR
'Believe my oath with that an oath he sworeC
'False was his oath my beauty is no moreC
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'Cease hapless maid no more thy tale pursueA2
'Forsake mankind and bid the world adieuA2
'Monarchs and beauties rule with equal swayY
'All strive to serve and glory to obeyY
'Alike unpitied when depos'd they growI
'Men mock the idol of their former vowJ
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'Adieu ye parks in some obscure recessB2
'Where gentle streams will weep at my distressB2
'Where no false friend will in my grief take partC2
'And mourn my ruin with a joyful heartC2
'There let me live in some deserted placeU
'There hide in shades this lost inglorious faceU
'Ye operas circles I no more must viewA2
'My toilette patches all the world adieuA2

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu



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