The Bride In The Country Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDAEAFGHGIJIJ KLMLNONNPQPQRSTSUVUV CSCSNSNSSCSCWUWUXYXY| i A Parody on Rowe's Ballad Despairing beside a clear stream c i | A |
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| By the side of a half rotten wood | B |
| Melantha sat silently down | C |
| Convinc'd that her scheme was not good | B |
| And vex'd to be absent from Town | C |
| Whilst pitied by no living soul | D |
| To herself she was forc'd to reply | A |
| And the sparrow as grave as an owl | E |
| Sat list'ning and pecking hard by | A |
| Alas silly maid that I was | F |
| Thus sadly complaining she cried | G |
| When first I forsook that dear place | H |
| 'T had been better by far I had died | G |
| How gaily I pass'd the long days | I |
| In a round of continual delights | J |
| Park visits assemblies and plays | I |
| And a dance to enliven the nights | J |
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| How simple was I to believe | K |
| Delusive poetical dreams | L |
| Or the flattering landscapes they give | M |
| Of meadows and murmuring streams | L |
| Bleak mountains and cold starving rocks | N |
| Are the wretched result of my pains | O |
| The swains greater brutes than their flocks | N |
| The nymphs as polite as the swains | N |
| What though I have got my dear Phil | P |
| I see him all night and all day | Q |
| I find I must not have my will | P |
| And I've cursedly sworn to obey | Q |
| Fond damsel thy power is lost | R |
| As now I experience too late | S |
| Whatever a lover may boast | T |
| A husband is what one may hate | S |
| And thou my old woman so dear | U |
| My all that is left of relief | V |
| Whatever I suffer forbear | U |
| Forbear to dissuade me from grief | V |
| 'Tis in vain as you say to repine | C |
| At ills which cannot be redress'd | S |
| But in sorrows so poignant as mine | C |
| To be patient alas is a jest | S |
| If further to soothe my distress | N |
| Your tender compassion is led | S |
| Come hither and help to undress | N |
| And decently put me to bed | S |
| The last humble solace I wait | S |
| Would Heav'n but indulge me the boon | C |
| May some dream less unkind than my fate | S |
| In a vision transport me to Town | C |
| Clarissa meantime weds a beau | W |
| Who decks her in golden array | U |
| She's the finest at ev'ry fine show | W |
| And flaunts it at Park and at Play | U |
| Whilst I am here left in the lurch | X |
| Forgot and secluded from view | Y |
| Unless when some bumpkin at church | X |
| Stares wistfully over the pew | Y |
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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