To Mrs. Frances--arabella Kelly. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDDEE FFGGHH CCII JJKKLLIIIIMM NNOOII| To Day as at my Glass I stood | A |
| To set my Head cloaths and my Hood | A |
| I saw my grizzled Locks with Dread | B |
| And call'd to mind the Gorgon's Head | B |
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| Thought I whate'er the Poets say | C |
| Medusa's Hair was only gray | C |
| Tho' Ovid who the Story told | D |
| Was too well bred to call her old | D |
| But what amounted to the same | E |
| He made her an immortal Dame | E |
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| Yet now whene'er a Matron sage | F |
| Hath felt the rugged Hand of Age | F |
| You hear out witty Coxcombs cry | G |
| Rot that old Witch she'll never die | G |
| Tho' had they but a little Reading | H |
| Ovid would teach them better Breeding | H |
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| I fancy now I hear you say | C |
| Grant Heav'n my Locks may ne'er be gray | C |
| Why am I told this frightful Story | I |
| To Beauty a Memento mori | I |
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| And as along the Room you pass | J |
| Casting your Eye upon the Glass | J |
| Surely say you this lovely Face | K |
| Will never suffer such Disgrace | K |
| The Bloom that on my Cheek appears | L |
| Will never be impair'd by Years | L |
| Her Envy now I plainly see | I |
| Makes her inscribe those Lines to me | I |
| These Beldams who were born before me | I |
| Are griev'd to see the Men adore me | I |
| Their snaky Locks freeze up the Blood | M |
| My Tresses fire the purple Flood | M |
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| Unnumber'd Slaves around me wait | N |
| And from my Eyes expect their Fate | N |
| I own of Conquest I am vain | O |
| Tho' I despise the Slaves I gain | O |
| Heav'n gave me Charms and destin'd me | I |
| For universal Tyranny | I |
Mary Barber
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