Town Eclogues: Saturday; The Small-pox Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCC DDEFGGHH CCIJKLMMNNHHCCC OOPPGGGQQDDCC HHRRIJSTUUIICC MMIIVVWXCC GGWXYYCCCC RRDZRRCC A2A2YYIJ B2B2C2C2UUA2A2| FLAVIA | A |
| THE wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd | B |
| Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mind | B |
| A glass revers'd in her right hand she bore | C |
| For now she shun'd the face she sought before | C |
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| ' How am I chang'd alas how am I grown | D |
| ' A frightful spectre to myself unknown | D |
| ' Where's my Complexion where the radiant Bloom | E |
| ' That promis'd happiness for Years to come | F |
| ' Then with what pleasure I this face survey'd | G |
| ' To look once more my visits oft delay'd | G |
| ' Charm'd with the view a fresher red would rise | H |
| ' And a new life shot sparkling from my eyes | H |
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| ' Ah faithless glass my wonted bloom restore | C |
| ' Alas I rave that bloom is now no more | C |
| ' The greatest good the GODS on men bestow | I |
| ' Ev'n youth itself to me is useless now | J |
| ' There was a time oh that I could forget | K |
| ' When opera tickets pour'd before my feet | L |
| ' And at the ring where brightest beauties shine | M |
| ' The earliest cherries of the spring were mine | M |
| ' Witness O Lilly and thou Motteux tell | N |
| ' How much Japan these eyes have made ye sell | N |
| ' With what contempt ye you saw me oft despise | H |
| ' The humble offer of the raffled prize | H |
| ' For at the raffle still the prize I bore | C |
| ' With scorn rejected or with triumph wore | C |
| ' Now beauty's fled and presents are no more | C |
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| ' For me the Patriot has the house forsook | O |
| ' And left debates to catch a passing look | O |
| ' For me the Soldier has soft verses writ | P |
| ' For me the Beau has aim'd to be a Wit | P |
| ' For me the Wit to nonsense was betray'd | G |
| ' The Gamester has for me his dun delay'd | G |
| ' And overseen the card I would have play'd | G |
| ' The bold and haughty by success made vain | Q |
| ' Aw'd by my eyes has trembled to complain | Q |
| ' The bashful 'squire touch'd by a wish unknown | D |
| ' Has dar'd to speak with spirit not his own | D |
| ' Fir'd by one wish all did alike adore | C |
| ' Now beauty's fled and lovers are no more | C |
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| ' As round the room I turn my weeping eyes | H |
| ' New unaffected scenes of sorrow rise | H |
| ' Far from my sight that killing picture bear | R |
| ' The face disfigure and the canvas tear | R |
| ' That picture which with pride I us'd to show | I |
| ' The lost resemblance but upbraids me now | J |
| ' And thou my toilette where I oft have sat | S |
| ' While hours unheeded pass'd in deep debate | T |
| ' How curls should fall or where a patch to place | U |
| ' If blue or scarlet best became my face | U |
| ' Now on some happier nymph thy aid bestow | I |
| ' On fairer heads ye useless jewels glow | I |
| ' No borrow'd lustre can my charms restore | C |
| ' Beauty is fled and dress is now no more | C |
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| ' Ye meaner beauties I permit ye shine | M |
| ' Go triumph in the hearts that once were mine | M |
| ' But midst your triumphs with confusion know | I |
| ' 'Tis to my ruin all your arms ye owe | I |
| ' Would pitying Heav'n restore my wonted mien | V |
| ' Ye still might move unthought of and unseen | V |
| ' But oh how vain how wretched is the boast | W |
| ' Of beauty faded and of empire lost | X |
| ' What now is left but weeping to deplore | C |
| ' My beauty fled and empire now no more | C |
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| ' Ye cruel Chymists what with held your aid | G |
| ' Could no pomatums save a trembling maid | G |
| ' How false and trifling is that art you boast | W |
| ' No art can give me back my beauty lost | X |
| ' In tears surrounded by my friends I lay | Y |
| ' Mask'd o'er and trembled at the sight of day | Y |
| ' MIRMILLO came my fortune to deplore | C |
| ' A golden headed cane well carv'd he bore | C |
| ' Cordials he cried my spirits must restore | C |
| ' Beauty is fled and spirit is no more | C |
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| ' GALEN the grave officious SQUIRT was there | R |
| ' With fruitless grief and unavailing care | R |
| ' MACHAON too the great MACHAON known | D |
| ' By his red cloak and his superior frown | Z |
| ' And why he cry'd this grief and this despair | R |
| ' You shall again be well again be fair | R |
| ' Believe my oath with that an oath he swore | C |
| ' False was his oath my beauty is no more | C |
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| ' Cease hapless maid no more thy tale pursue | A2 |
| ' Forsake mankind and bid the world adieu | A2 |
| ' Monarchs and beauties rule with equal sway | Y |
| ' All strive to serve and glory to obey | Y |
| ' Alike unpitied when depos'd they grow | I |
| ' Men mock the idol of their former vow | J |
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| ' Adieu ye parks in some obscure recess | B2 |
| ' Where gentle streams will weep at my distress | B2 |
| ' Where no false friend will in my grief take part | C2 |
| ' And mourn my ruin with a joyful heart | C2 |
| ' There let me live in some deserted place | U |
| ' There hide in shades this lost inglorious face | U |
| ' Ye operas circles I no more must view | A2 |
| ' My toilette patches all the world adieu | A2 |
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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