Town Eclogues: Wednesday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCD AAAAAABBEEAACDFGHHII EEIIJJIIIIJJKK IILLMNIIIIOOJJ IIMN PPQQRRSTUEHHVVWW MMXX IILYBB ZZA2A2 IIB2B2C2C2| DANCINDA | A |
| NO fair DANCINDA no you strive in vain | B |
| To calm my care and mitigate my pain | B |
| If all my sighs my cares can fail to move | C |
| Ah sooth me not with fruitless vows of love | D |
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| Thus STREPHON spoke DANCINDA thus reply'd | A |
| What must I do to gratify your pride | A |
| Too well you know ungrateful as thou art | A |
| How much you triumph in this tender heart | A |
| What proof of love remains for me to grant | A |
| Yet still you teize me with some new complaint | A |
| Oh would to heav'n but the fond wish is vain | B |
| Too many favours had not made it plain | B |
| But such a passion breaks thro' all disguise | E |
| Love reddens on my cheek and wishes in my eyes | E |
| Is't not enough inhuman and unkind | A |
| I own the secret conflict of my mind | A |
| You cannot know what secret pain I prove | C |
| When I with burning blushes own I love | D |
| You see my artless joy at your approach | F |
| I sigh I faint I tremble at your touch | G |
| And in your absence all the world I shun | H |
| I hate mankind and curse the cheering sun | H |
| Still as I fly ten thousand swains pursue | I |
| Ten thousand swains I sacrifice to you | I |
| I shew you all my heart without disguise | E |
| But these are tender proofs that you despise | E |
| I see too well what wishes you pursue | I |
| You wou'd not only conquer but undo | I |
| You cruel victor weary of your flame | J |
| Would seek a cure in my eternal shame | J |
| And not content my honour to subdue | I |
| Now strive to triumph o'er my virtue too | I |
| Oh LOVE a God indeed to womankind | I |
| Whose arrows burn me and whose fetters bind | I |
| Avenge thy altars vindicate thy fame | J |
| And blast these traytors that profane thy name | J |
| Who by pretending to thy sacred fire | K |
| Raise cursed trophies to impure desire | K |
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| Have you forgot with what ensnaring art | I |
| You first seduc'd this fond uncautious heart | I |
| Then as I fled did you not kneeling cry | L |
| Turn cruel beauty whither wou'd you fly | L |
| Why all these Doubts why this distrustful fear | M |
| No impious wishes shall offend your ear | N |
| Nor ever shall my boldest hopes pretend | I |
| Above the title of a tender friend | I |
| Blest if my lovely Goddess will permit | I |
| My humble vow thus sighing at her feet | I |
| The tyrant Love that in my Bosom reigns | O |
| The God himself submits to wear your chains | O |
| You shall direct his course his ardour tame | J |
| And check the fury of his wildest flame | J |
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| Unpractis'd youth is easily deceiv'd | I |
| Sooth'd by such sounds I listen'd and believ'd | I |
| Now quite forgot that soft submissive fear | M |
| You dare to ask what I must blush to hear | N |
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| Cou'd I forget the honour of my race | P |
| And meet your wishes fearless of disgrace | P |
| Cou'd passion o'er my tender youth prevail | Q |
| And all my mother's pious maxims fail | Q |
| Yet to preserve your heart which still must be | R |
| False as it is for ever dear to me | R |
| This fatal proof of love I wou'd not give | S |
| Which you contemn the moment you receive | T |
| The wretched she who yields to guilty joys | U |
| A man may pity but he must despise | E |
| Your ardour ceas'd I then shou'd see you shun | H |
| The wretched victim by your arts undone | H |
| Yet if I cou'd that cold indifference bear | V |
| What more wou'd strike me with the last despair | V |
| With this reflection wou'd my soul be torn | W |
| To know I merited your cruel scorn | W |
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| Has Love no pleasures free from guilt or fear | M |
| Pleasures less fierce more lasting more sincere | M |
| Thus let us gently kiss and fondly gaze | X |
| Love is a child and like a child it plays | X |
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| O STREPHON if you wou'd continue just | I |
| If Love be something more than brutal lust | I |
| Forbear to ask what I must still deny | L |
| This bitter pleasure this destructive joy | Y |
| So closely follow'd by the dismal train | B |
| Of cutting shame and guilt's heart piercing pain | B |
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| She paus'd and fix'd her eyes upon her fan | Z |
| He took a pinch of snuff and thus began | Z |
| Madam if Love but he cou'd say no more | A2 |
| For Mademoiselle came rapping at the door | A2 |
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| The dangerous moments no adieus afford | I |
| Begone she cries I'm sure I hear my Lord | I |
| The lover starts from his unfinish'd loves | B2 |
| To snatch his hat and seek his scatter'd gloves | B2 |
| The sighing dame to meet her dear prepares | C2 |
| While STREPHON cursing slips down the back stairs | C2 |
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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