A True Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGHII FFJJ KKCCLL MMNNOPQQ BBCCKC CCGGCCCC CCRRFF SSTTCCUUDD CCVVWWXX KKCC YYCCZZA2A2 MM B2B2A mother who vast Pleasure finds | A |
In modelling her Childrens Minds | A |
With whom in exquisite Delight | B |
She passes many a Winter Night | B |
Mingles in ev'ry Play to find | C |
What Byass Nature gave the Mind | C |
Resolving thence to take her Aim | D |
To guide them to the Realms of Fame | D |
And wisely make those Realms their Way | E |
To Regions of eternal Day | E |
Each boist'rous Passion to controul | F |
And early humanize the Soul | F |
In simple Tales beside the Fire | G |
The noblest Notions would inspire | H |
Her Children conscious of her Care | I |
Transported hung around her Chair | I |
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Of Scripture Heroes she would tell | F |
Whose Names they lisp'd ere they could spell | F |
The Mother then delighted smiles | J |
And shews the Story on the Tiles | J |
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At other Times her Themes would be | K |
The Sages of Antiquity | K |
Who left immortal Names behind | C |
By proving Blessings to their Kind | C |
Again she takes another Scope | L |
And tells of Addison and Pope | L |
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Studious to let her Children know | M |
The various Turns of Things below | M |
How Virtue here was oft oppress'd | N |
To shine more glorious with the Bless'd | N |
Told Tully's and the Gracchi's Doom | O |
The Patriots and the Pride of Rome | P |
Then bless'd the Drapier's happier Fate | Q |
Who sav'd and lives to guard the State | Q |
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Some Comedies gave great Delight | B |
And entertain'd them many a Night | B |
Others could no Admittance find | C |
Forbid as Poison to the Mind | C |
Those Authors Wit and Sense said she | K |
But heighten their Impiety | C |
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This happy Mother met one Day | C |
The Book of Fables writ by Gay | C |
And told her Children Here's a Treasure | G |
A Fund of Wisdom and of Pleasure | G |
Such Morals and so finely writ | C |
Such Decency good Sense and Wit | C |
Well has the Poet found the Art | C |
To raise the Mind and mend the Heart | C |
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Her fav'rite Son the Volume seiz'd | C |
And as he read seem'd highly pleas'd | C |
Made such Reflections ev'ry Page | R |
The Mother thought above his Age | R |
Delighted read but scarce was able | F |
To finish the concluding Fable | F |
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What ails my Child the Mother cries | S |
Whose Sorrows now have fill'd your Eyes | S |
O dear Mamma can he want Friends | T |
Who writes for such exalted Ends | T |
O base degen'rate human Kind | C |
Had I a Fortune to my Mind | C |
Should Gay complain But now alas | U |
Thro' what a World am I to pass | U |
Where Friendship is an empty Name | D |
And Merit scarcely paid in Fame | D |
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Resolv'd to lull his Woes to Rest | C |
She tells him He should hope the best | C |
This has been yet Gay's Case I own | V |
But now his Merit's amply known | V |
Content that tender Heart of thine | W |
He'll be the Care of Caroline | W |
Who thus instructs the royal Race | X |
Must have a Pension or a Place | X |
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Mamma if you were Queen says he | K |
And such a Book were writ for me | K |
I find 'tis so much to your Taste | C |
That Gay would keep his Coach at least | C |
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My Son what you suppose is true | Y |
I see its Excellence in you | Y |
Poets who write to mend the Mind | C |
A royal Recompence should find | C |
But I am barr'd by Fortune's Frowns | Z |
From the best Privilege of Crowns | Z |
The glorious godlike Pow'r to bless | A2 |
And raise up Merit in Distress | A2 |
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But dear Mamma I long to know | M |
Were you the Queen what you'd bestow | M |
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What I'd bestow says she my Dear | B2 |
At least a thousand Pounds a Year | B2 |
Mary Barber
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