Tuesday, St. James's Coffee-house Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDD EEFGHHIIJKLMM N OOPQQ N MRST A RRRRMMUU N MMVVRRMM A WXEEMMEE N YYEE A MMRR N EE A EE EERR| SILLIANDER and PATCH | A |
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| THOU so many favours hast receiv'd | B |
| Wondrous to tell and hard to be believ'd | B |
| Oh H D to my lays attention lend | C |
| Hear how two lovers boastingly contend | C |
| Like thee successful such their bloomy youth | D |
| Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth | D |
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| St JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in | E |
| As tatter'd riding hoods alone could sin | E |
| The happier sinners now their charms put out | F |
| And to their manteaus their complexions suit | G |
| The opera queens had finish'd half their faces | H |
| And city dames allready taken places | H |
| Fops of all kinds to see the Lion run | I |
| The beauties stay till the first act's begun | I |
| And beaux step home to put fresh linen on | J |
| No well dress'd youth in coffee house remain'd | K |
| But pensive PATCH who on the window lean'd | L |
| And SILLIANDER that alert and gay | M |
| First pick'd his teeth and then began to say | M |
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| SILLIANDER | N |
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| Why all these sighs ah why so pensive grown | O |
| Some cause there is that thus you sit alone | O |
| Does is her fame | P |
| With gentle strugglings let me force this ring | Q |
| Another day may give another thing | Q |
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| SILLIANDER | N |
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| I cou'd say something see this billet doux | M |
| And as for presents look upon my shoe | R |
| These buckles were not forc'd nor half a theft | S |
| But a young Countess fondly made the gift | T |
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| PATCH | A |
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| My Countess is more nice more artful too | R |
| Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue | R |
| This snuff box which I begg'd she still deny'd | R |
| And when I strove to snatch it seem'd to hide | R |
| She laugh'd and fled and as I sought to seize | M |
| With affectation cramm'd it down her stays | M |
| Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen | U |
| I press'd her breasts and pull'd it from between | U |
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| SILLIANDER | N |
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| Last night as I stood ogling of her Grace | M |
| Drinking delicious poison from her face | M |
| The soft enchantress did that face decline | V |
| Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine | V |
| With sudden art some secret did pretend | R |
| Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend | R |
| While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose | M |
| And thousand beauties to my sight expose | M |
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| PATCH | A |
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| Early this morn but I was ask'd to come | W |
| I drank bohea in C LIA's dressing room | X |
| Warm from her bed to me alone within | E |
| Her night gown fasten'd with a single pin | E |
| Her night cloaths tumbled with resistless grace | M |
| And her bright hair play'd careless round her face | M |
| Reaching the kettle made her gown unpin | E |
| She wore no waistcoat and her shift was thin | E |
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| SILLIANDER | N |
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| See TITIANA driving to the park | Y |
| Hark let us follow 'tis not yet too dark | Y |
| In her all beauties of the spring are seen | E |
| Her cheeks are rosy and her mantle green | E |
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| PATCH | A |
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| See TINTORETTA to the opera goes | M |
| Haste or the crowd will not permit our bows | M |
| In her the glory of the heav'ns we view | R |
| Her eyes are star like and her mantle blue | R |
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| SILLIANDER | N |
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| What colour does in C LIA's stockings shine | E |
| Reveal that secret and the prize is thine | E |
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| PATCH | A |
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| What are her garters tell me if you can | E |
| I'll freely own thee for the happier man | E |
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| Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain | E |
| While SILLIANDER but contends in vain | E |
| After a conquest so important gain'd | R |
| Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd | R |
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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