Ode I(ii); The Remonstrance Of Shakespeare Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAADDEE BBFFGGAAAABBHHIIAAAA BB GGBBBBBBJJ KKIIBBLLMMAA FFAABBBBBBNOBBPQ FFAABBIIRRAAEEBB BBPPEEBBBBAAAABB| If yet regardful of your native land | A |
| Old Shakespeare's tongue you deign to understand | A |
| Lo from the blissful bowers where heaven rewards | B |
| Instructive sages and unblemish'd bards | B |
| I come the ancient founder of the stage | C |
| Intent to learn in this discerning age | C |
| What form of wit your fancies have imbrac'd | A |
| And whither tends your elegance of taste | A |
| That thus at length our homely toils you spurn | D |
| That thus to foreign scenes you proudly turn | D |
| That from my brow the laurel wreath you claim | E |
| To crown the rivals of your country's fame | E |
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| What though the footsteps of my devious Muse | B |
| The measur'd walks of Grecian art refuse | B |
| Or though the frankness of my hardy style | F |
| Mock the nice touches of the critic's file | F |
| Yet what my age and climate held to view | G |
| Impartial i survey'd and fearless drew | G |
| And say ye skillful in the human heart | A |
| Who know to prize a poet's noblest part | A |
| What age what clime could e'er an ampler field | A |
| For lofty thought for daring fancy yield | A |
| I saw this England break the shameful bands | B |
| Forg'd for the souls of men by sacred hands | B |
| I saw each groaning realm her aid implore | H |
| Her sons the heroes of each warlike shore | H |
| Her naval standard the dire Spaniard's bane | I |
| Obey'd through all the circuit of the main | I |
| Then too great commerce for a late found world | A |
| Around your coast her eager sails unfurl'd | A |
| New hopes new passions thence the bosom fir'd | A |
| New plans new arts the genius thence inspir'd | A |
| Thence every scene which private fortune knows | B |
| In stronger life with bolder spirit rose | B |
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| Disgrac'd i this full prospect which i drew | G |
| My colours languid or my strokes untrue | G |
| Have not your sages warriors swains and kings | B |
| Confess'd the living draught of men and things | B |
| What other bard in any clime appears | B |
| Alike the master of your smiles and tears | B |
| Yet have i deign'd your audience to entice | B |
| With wretched bribes to luxury and vice | B |
| Or have my various scenes a purpose known | J |
| Which freedom virtue glory might not own | J |
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| Such from the first was my dramatic plan | K |
| It should be your's to crown what i began | K |
| And now that England spurns her Gothic chain | I |
| And equal laws and social science reign | I |
| I thought Now surely shall my zealous eyes | B |
| View nobler bards and juster critics rise | B |
| Intent with learned labour to refine | L |
| The copious ore of Albion's native mine | L |
| Our stately Muse more graceful airs to teach | M |
| And form her tongue to more attractive speech | M |
| Till rival nations listen at her feet | A |
| And own her polish'd as they own'd her great | A |
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| But do you thus my favorite hopes fullfil | F |
| Is France at last the standard of your skill | F |
| Alas for you that so betray a mind | A |
| Of art unconscious and to beauty blind | A |
| Say does her language your ambition raise | B |
| Her barren trivial unharmonious phrase | B |
| Which fetters eloquence to scantiest bounds | B |
| And maims the cadence of poetic sounds | B |
| Say does your humble admiration chuse | B |
| The gentle prattle of her Comic Muse | B |
| While wits plain dealers fops and fools appear | N |
| Charg'd to say nought but what the king may hear | O |
| Or rather melt your sympathizing hearts | B |
| Won by her tragic scene's romantic arts | B |
| Where old and young declaim on soft desire | P |
| And heroes never but for love expire | Q |
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| No Though the charms of novelty awhile | F |
| Perhaps too fondly win your thoughtless smile | F |
| Yet not for you design'd indulgent fate | A |
| The modes or manners of the Bourbon state | A |
| And ill your minds my partial judgment reads | B |
| And many an augury my hope misleads | B |
| If the fair maids of yonder blooming train | I |
| To their light courtship would an audience deign | I |
| Or those chaste matrons a Parisian wife | R |
| Chuse for the model of domestic life | R |
| Or if one youth of all that generous band | A |
| The strength and splendor of their native land | A |
| Would yield his portion of his country's fame | E |
| And quit old freedom's patrimonial claim | E |
| With lying smiles oppression's pomp to see | B |
| And judge of glory by a king's decree | B |
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| O blest at home with justly envied laws | B |
| O long the chiefs of Europe's general cause | B |
| Whom heaven hath chosen at each dangerous hour | P |
| To check the inroads of barbaric power | P |
| The rights of trampled nations to reclaim | E |
| And guard the social world from bonds and shame | E |
| Oh let not luxury's fantastic charms | B |
| Thus give the lye to your heroic arms | B |
| Nor for the ornaments of life imbrace | B |
| Dishonest lessons from that vaunting race | B |
| Whom fate's dread laws for in eternal fate | A |
| Despotic rule was heir to freedom's hate | A |
| Whom in each warlike each commercial part | A |
| In civil counsel and in pleasing art | A |
| The judge of earth predestin'd for your foes | B |
| And made it fame and virtue to oppose | B |
Mark Akenside
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