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 FFM2N2QQ| Apollo | 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 |
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