Ode I: The Remonstrance Of Shakespeare Poem Rhyme Scheme

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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
	-
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 intice	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
	-
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
	-
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

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