Ainsi Va Le Monde Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDEFFGHIIJKLLMMNO PPQRSSTTCC UUMMLLVVWWGGXXYWEZ DDA2A2 B2B2C2C2D2D2E2E2C2C2 KPEEF2F2G2G2FF H2H2CCEEUUH2H2III2I2 CCJ2J2MM XXK2K2J2J2MML2L2XXXX M2M2XXXXXXF2F2N2N2KP MMO2O2NON2N2F2F2EF2X XXXP2P2XXXXE2E2Q2Q2R 2R2XX P2P2CCF2F2 S2S2XXXXDDDDT2T2LLAs a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY Esq A M Member of the Royal Academy at Florence and Author of the Laurel of Liberty and the Della Crusca Poems | A |
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O THOU to whom superior worth's allied | B |
Thy Country's honour and the MUSES' pride | B |
Whose pen gives polish to the varying line | C |
That blends instruction with the song divine | C |
Whose fancy glancing o'er the hostile plain | D |
Plants a fond trophy o'er the mighty slain I | E |
Or to the daisied lawn directs its way | F |
Blithe as the songstress of returning day | F |
Who deign'd to rove where twinkling glow worms lead | G |
The tiny legions o'er the glitt'ring mead | H |
Whose liquid notes in sweet meand'rings flow | I |
Mild as the murmurs of the Bird of Woe | I |
Who gave to Sympathy its softest pow'r | J |
The charm to wing Affliction's sable hour | K |
Who in Italia's groves with thrilling song | L |
Call'd mute attention from the minstrel throng | L |
Gave proud distinction to the Poet's name | M |
And claim'd by modest worth the wreath of fame | M |
Accept the Verse thy magic harp inspires | N |
Nor scorn the Muse that kindles at its fires | O |
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O justly gifted with the Sacred Lyre | P |
Whose sounds can more than mortal thoughts inspire | P |
Whether its strings HEROIC measures move | Q |
Or lyric numbers charm the soul to love | R |
Whether thy fancy pours the varying verse | S |
In bow'rs of bliss or o'er the plumed hearse | S |
Whether of patriot zeal or past'ral sports | T |
The peace of hamlets or the pride of courts | T |
Still Nature glows in ev'ry classic line | C |
Still Genius dictates still the verse is thine | C |
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Too long the Muse in ancient garb array'd | U |
Has pin'd neglected in oblivion's shade | U |
Driv'n from the sun shine of poetic fame | M |
Stripp'd of each charm she scarcely boasts a name | M |
Her voice no more can please the vapid throng | L |
No more loud P ans consecrate her song | L |
Cold faint and sullen to the grove she flies | V |
A faded garland veils her radiant eyes | V |
A with'ring laurel on her breast she wears | W |
Fann'd by her sighs and spangled with her tears | W |
From her each fond associate early fled | G |
She mourn'd a MILTON lost a SHAKSPERE dead | G |
Her eye beheld a CHATTERTON oppress'd | X |
A famish'd OTWAY ravish'd from her breast | X |
Now in their place a flutt'ring form appears | Y |
Mocks her fall'n pow'r and triumphs in her tears | W |
A flippant senseless a ry thing whose eye | E |
Glares wanton mirth and fulsome ribaldry | Z |
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While motley mumm'ry holds her tinsel reign | D |
SHAKSPERE might write and GARRICK act in vain | D |
True Wit recedes when blushing Reason views | A2 |
This spurious offspring of the banish'd Muse | A2 |
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The task be thine to check the daring hand | B2 |
That leads fantastic folly o'er the land | B2 |
The task be thine with witching spells to bind | C2 |
The feath'ry shadows of the fickle mind | C2 |
To strew with deathless flow'rs the dreary waste | D2 |
To pluck the weeds of vitiated taste | D2 |
To cheer with smiles the Muse's glorious toil | E2 |
And plant perfection on her native soil | E2 |
The Arts that thro' dark centuries have pin'd | C2 |
Toil'd without fame in sordid chains confin'd | C2 |
Burst into light with renovated fire | K |
Bid Envy shrink and Ignorance expire | P |
No more prim KNELLER'S simp'ring beauties vie | E |
Or LELY'S genius droops with languid eye | E |
No more prepost'rous figures pain the view | F2 |
Aliens to Nature yet to Fancy true | F2 |
The wild chimeras of capricious thought | G2 |
Deform'd in fashion and with errors fraught | G2 |
The gothic phantoms sick'ning fade away | F |
And native Genius rushes into day | F |
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REYNOLDS 'tis thine with magic skill to trace | H2 |
The perfect semblance of exterior grace | H2 |
Thy hand by Nature guided marks the line | C |
That stamps perfection on the form divine | C |
'Tis thine to tint the lip with rosy die | E |
To paint the softness of the melting eye | E |
With auburn curls luxuriantly display'd | U |
The ivory shoulders polish'd fall to shade | U |
To deck the well turn'd arm with matchless grace | H2 |
To mark the dimpled smile on Beauty's face | H2 |
The task is thine with cunning hand to throw | I |
The veil transparent on the breast of snow | I |
The Statesman's thought the Infant's cherub mien | I2 |
The Poet's fire the Matron's eye serene | I2 |
Alike with animated lustre shine | C |
Beneath thy polish'd pencil's touch divine | C |
As BRITAIN'S Genius glories in thy Art | J2 |
Adores thy virtues and reveres thy heart | J2 |
Nations unborn shall celebrate thy name | M |
And waft thy mem'ry on the wings of Fame | M |
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Oft when the mind with sick'ning pangs oppress'd | X |
Flies to the Muse and courts the balm of rest | X |
When Reason sated with life's weary woes | K2 |
Turns to itself and finds a blest repose | K2 |
A gen'rous pride that scorns each petty art | J2 |
That feels no envy rankling in the heart | J2 |
No mean deceit that wings its shaft at Fame | M |
Or gives to pamper'd Vice a pompous Name | M |
Then calm reflection shuns the sordid crowd | L2 |
The senseless chaos of the little proud | L2 |
Then indignation stealing through the breast | X |
Spurns the pert tribe in flimsy greatness drest | X |
Who to their native nothingness consign'd | X |
Sink in contempt nor leave a trace behind | X |
Then Fancy paints in visionary gloom | M2 |
The sainted shadows of the laurel'd tomb | M2 |
The Star of Virtue glist'ning on each breast | X |
Divine insignia of the spirit blest | X |
Then MILTON smiles serene a beauteous shade | X |
In worth august in lust'rous fires array'd | X |
Immortal SHAKSPERE gleams across the sight | X |
Rob'd in ethereal vest of radiant light | X |
Wing'd Ages picture to the dazzled view | F2 |
Each mark'd perfection of the sacred few | F2 |
POPE DRYDEN SPENSER all that Fame shall raise | N2 |
From CHAUCER'S gloom till MERRY'S lucid days | N2 |
Then emulation kindles fancy's fire | K |
The glorious throng poetic flights inspire | P |
Each sensate bosom feels the god like flame | M |
The cherish'd harbinger of future fame | M |
Yet timid genius oft in conscious ease | O2 |
Steals from the world content the few to please | O2 |
Obscur'd in shades the modest Muse retires | N |
While sparkling vapours emulate her fires | O |
The proud enthusiast shuns promiscuous praise | N2 |
The Idiot's smile condemns the Poet's lays | N2 |
Perfection wisely courts the lib'ral few | F2 |
The voice of kindred genius must be true | F2 |
But empty witlings sate the public eye | E |
With puny jest and low buffoonery | F2 |
The buzzing hornets swarm about the great | X |
The poor appendages of pamper'd state | X |
The trifling flutt'ring insects of a day | X |
Flit near the sun and glitter in its ray | X |
Whose subtle fires with charms magnetic burn | P2 |
Where every servile fool may have his turn | P2 |
Lull'd in the lap of indolence they boast | X |
Who best can fawn and who can flatter most | X |
While with a cunning arrogance they blend | X |
Sound without sense and wit that stabs a friend | X |
Slanders oblique that check ambition's toil | E2 |
The pois'nous weeds that mark the barren soil | E2 |
So the sweet blossoms of salubrious spring | Q2 |
Thro the lone wood their spicy odours fling | Q2 |
Shrink from the sun and bow their beauteous heads | R2 |
To scatter incense o'er their native beds | R2 |
While coarser flow'rs expand with gaudy ray | X |
Brave the rude wind and mock the burning day | X |
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Ah gentle Muse from trivial follies turn | P2 |
Where Patriot souls with god like passions burn | P2 |
Again to MERRY dedicate the line | C |
So shall the envied boast of taste be thine | C |
So shall thy song to glorious themes aspire | F2 |
Warm'd with a spark of his transcendent fire | F2 |
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Thro' all the scenes of Nature's varying plan | S2 |
Celestial Freedom warms the breast of man | S2 |
Led by her daring hand what pow'r can bind | X |
The boundless efforts of the lab'ring mind | X |
The god like fervour thrilling thro' the heart | X |
Gives new creation to each vital part | X |
Throbs rapture thro' each palpitating vein | D |
Wings the rapt thought and warms the fertile brain | D |
To her the noblest attributes of Heav'n | D |
Ambition valour eloquence are giv'n | D |
She binds the soldier's brow with wreaths sublime | T2 |
From her expanding reason learns to climb | T2 |
To her the sounds of melody belong | L |
She wakes the raptures of the Poet's song | L |
Mary Darby Robinson
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