Daphne To Apollo. Imitated From The First Book Of Ovid's Metamorphosis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDEE FGGEE AHHI JI AA JD AK JLLMM AN JOO APQR JMMSSS AT JAT ABB JUUVV AWMX JXPPYZAAATA2B2B2C2D2 E2F2RG2MMSSSSQQJJJSS SSE2E2QQH2H2I2I2J2K2 AAL2L2 FFM2N2QQApollo | A |
Abate fair fugitive abate thy speed | B |
Dismiss thy fears and turn thy beauteous head | C |
With kind regard a panting lover view | D |
Less swiftly fly less swiftly I'll pursue | D |
Pathless alas and rugged is the ground | E |
Some stone may hurt thee or some thorn may wound | E |
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Daphne aside | F |
This care is for himself as pure as death | G |
One mile has put the fellow out of breath | G |
He'll never go I'll lead him th' other round | E |
Washy he is perhaps not over sound | E |
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Apollo | A |
You fly alas not knowing whom you fly | H |
Nor ill bred swain nor rusty clown am I | H |
I Claros' isle and Tenedos command | I |
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Daphne | J |
Thank ye I would not leave my native land | I |
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Apollo | A |
What is to come be certain arts I know | A |
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Daphne | J |
Pish Partridge has a fair pretence as you | D |
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Apollo | A |
Behold the beauty of my locks | K |
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Daphne | J |
A fig | L |
That may be counterfeit a Spanish wig | L |
Who cares for all that bush of curling hair | M |
Whilst your smooth chin is so extremely bare | M |
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Apollo | A |
I sing | N |
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Daphne | J |
That never shall be Daphne's choice | O |
Syphacio had an admirable voice | O |
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Apollo | A |
Of every herb I tell the mystic power | P |
To certain health the patient I restore | Q |
Sent for caress'd | R |
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Daphne | J |
Ours is a wholesome air | M |
You'd better go to Town and practise there | M |
For me I've no obstructions to remove | S |
I'm pretty well I thank your father Jove | S |
And physic is a weak ally to love | S |
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Apollo | A |
For learning famed fine verses I compose | T |
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Daphne | J |
So do your brother quacks and brother beaux | A |
Memorials only and reviews write prose | T |
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Apollo | A |
From the bent yew I send the pointed reed | B |
Sure of its aim and fatal in its speed | B |
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Daphne | J |
Then leaving me whom sure you would not kill | U |
In yonder thicket exercise your skill | U |
Shoot there at beasts but for the human heart | V |
Your cousin Cupid has the only dart | V |
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Apollo | A |
Yet turn O beauteous maid yet deign to hear | W |
A love sick deity's impetuous prayer | M |
O let me woo thee as thou wouldst be woo'd | X |
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Daphne | J |
First therefore don't be so extremely rude | X |
Don't tear the hedges down and tread the clover | P |
Like an hobgoblin rather than a lover | P |
Next to my father's grotto sometimes come | Y |
At ebbing tide he always is at home | Z |
Read the Courant with him and let him know | A |
A little politics how matters go | A |
Upon his brother rivers Rhine or Po | A |
As any maid or footman comes or goes | T |
Pull off your hat and ask how Daphne does | A2 |
These sort of folks will to each other tell | B2 |
That you respect me that you know looks well | B2 |
Then if you are as you pretend the god | C2 |
That rules the day and much upon the road | D2 |
You'll find a hundred trifles in your way | E2 |
That you may bring one home from Africa | F2 |
Some little rarity some bird or best | R |
And now and then a jewel from the East | G2 |
A lacquer'd cabinet some China ware | M |
You have them mighty cheap at Pekin fair | M |
Next note bene you shall never rove | S |
Nor take example by your father Jove | S |
Last for the ease and comfort of my life | S |
Make me Lord what startles you your wife | S |
I'm now they say sixteen or something more | Q |
We mortals seldom live about fourscore | Q |
Fourscore you're good at numbers let us see | J |
Seventeen suppose remaining sixty three | J |
Ay in that span of time you'll bury me | J |
Mean time if you have tumult noise and strife | S |
Things not abhorrent to a married life | S |
They'll quickly end you see what signify | S |
A few odd years to you that never die | S |
And after all you're half your time away | E2 |
You know your business takes you up all day | E2 |
And coming late to bed you need not fear | Q |
Whatever noise I make you'll sleep my dear | Q |
Or if a winter evening should be long | H2 |
Even read your physic book or make a song | H2 |
Your wife your steeds diachalon and rhyme | I2 |
May take up any honest godhead's time | I2 |
Thus as you like it you may love again | J2 |
And let another Daphne have her reign | K2 |
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Now love or leave my dear retreat or follow | A |
I Daphne this premised take thee Apollo | A |
And may I split into ten thousand trees | L2 |
If I give up on other terms than these | L2 |
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She said but what the amorous god replied | F |
So Fate ordain'd is to our search denied | F |
By rats alas the manuscript is ate | M2 |
O cruel banquet which we all regret | N2 |
Bavius thy labours must this work restore | Q |
May thy good will be equal to thy power | Q |
Matthew Prior
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