To A Lady, Who Invited The Author Into The Country. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EFGGHHIIJJ KKHLMM NOPPQQ EERRSSIITUVVEE QQWWXXYY| How gladly Madam would I go | A |
| To see your Gardens and Chateau | A |
| From thence the fine Improvements view | B |
| Or walk your verdant Avenue | B |
| Delighted hear the Thrushes sing | C |
| Or listen to some bubbling Spring | C |
| If Fate had giv'n me Leave to roam | D |
| But Citizens must stay at Home | D |
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| We're lonesome since you went away | E |
| And should be dead but for our Tea | F |
| That Helicon of female Wits | G |
| Which fills their Heads with rhyming Fits | G |
| This Liquor seldom heats the Brain | H |
| But turns it oft and makes us vain | H |
| With Fumes supplies Imagination | I |
| Which we mistake for Inspiration | I |
| This makes us cramp our Sense in Fetters | J |
| And teaze our Friends with chiming Letters | J |
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| I grieve your Brother has the Gout | K |
| Tho' he's so stoically stout | K |
| I've heard him mourn his Loss of Pain | H |
| And wish it in his Feet again | L |
| What Woe poor Mortals must endure | M |
| When Anguish is their only Cure | M |
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| STREPHON is ill and I perceive | N |
| His lov'd Elvira grows so grave | O |
| I fear like Niobe her Moan | P |
| Will turn herself and me to Stone | P |
| Have I not cause to dread this Fate | Q |
| Who scarce so much as smile of late | Q |
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| Whilst lovely Landscapes you survey | E |
| And peaceful pass your Hours away | E |
| Refresh'd with various blooming Sweets | R |
| I'm sick of Smells and dirty Streets | R |
| Stiflcd with Smoke and stunn'd with Noise | S |
| Of ev'ry Thing but my own Boys | S |
| Thro' Rounds of plodding doom'd to run | I |
| And very seldom see the Sun | I |
| Yet sometimes pow'rful Fancy reigns | T |
| And glads my Eyes with sylvan Scenes | U |
| Where Time enamour'd slacks his Pace | V |
| Enchanted by the warbling Race | V |
| And in Atonement for his Stay | E |
| Thro' Cities hurries on the Day | E |
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| O would kind Heav'n reverse my Fate | Q |
| Give me to quit a Life I hate | Q |
| To flow'ry Fields I soon would fly | W |
| Let others stay to cheat and lye | W |
| There in fome blissful Solitude | X |
| Where eating Care should ne'er intrude | X |
| The Muse should do the Country Right | Y |
| And paint the glorious Scenes you slight | Y |
Mary Barber
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