Protogenes And Apelles Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHDD IIJJKKDDDDHH LMNNHHOODDOOPPQR SSTUDDVVAAPPHH WTSSXXYY IILZA2A2OOB2B2 C2C2WWWW DDD2D2WWE2E2WW F2F2G2G2IIDDMMWhen poets wrote and painters drew | A |
As Nature pointed out the view | A |
Ere Gothic forms were known in Greece | B |
To spoil the well proportion'd piece | B |
And in our verse ere Monkish rhymes | C |
Had jangled their fantastic chimes | C |
Ere on the flowery lands of Rhodes | D |
Those knights had fix'd their dull abodes | D |
Who knew not much to paint or write | E |
Nor cared to pray nor dared to fight | E |
Protogenes historians note | F |
Lived there a burgess scot and lot | G |
And as old Pliny's writings show | H |
Apelles did the same at Co | H |
Agreed these points of time and place | D |
Proceed we in the present case | D |
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Piqued by Protogenes's fame | I |
From Co to Rhodes Apelles came | I |
To see a rival and a friend | J |
Prepared to censure or commend | J |
Here to absolve and there object | K |
As art with candour might direct | K |
He sails he lands he comes he rings | D |
His servants follow with the things | D |
Appears the governante of the house | D |
For such in Greece were much in use | D |
If young or handsome yea or no | H |
Concerns not me or thee to know | H |
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Does Squire Protogenes live here | L |
Yes Sir says he with gracious air | M |
And curtesy low but just call'd out | N |
By lords peculiarly devout | N |
Who came on purpose Sir to borrow | H |
Our Venus for the feast to morrow | H |
To grace the church 'tis Venus day | O |
I hope Sir you intend to stay | O |
To see our Venus 'tis the piece | D |
The most renown'd throughout all Greece | D |
So like th' original they say | O |
But I have no great skill that way | O |
But Sir at six 'tis now past three | P |
Dromo must make my master's tea | P |
At six Sir if you please to come | Q |
You'll find my master Sir at home | R |
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Tea says a critic big with laughter | S |
Was found some twenty years ages after | S |
Authors before they write should read | T |
'Tis very true but we'll proceed | U |
And Sir at present would you please | D |
To leave your name Fair maiden yes | D |
Reach me that board No sooner spoke | V |
But done With one judicious stroke | V |
On the plain ground Appelles drew | A |
A circle regularly true | A |
And will you please Sweet heart said he | P |
To show your master this from me | P |
By it he presently will know | H |
How painters write their names at Co | H |
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He gave the pannel to the maid | W |
Smiling and curtesying Sir she said | T |
I shall not fail to tell my master | S |
And Sir for fear of all disaster | S |
I'll keep it my own self Safe bind | X |
Says the old proverb and safe find | X |
So Sir as sure as a key or lock | Y |
Your servant Sir at six o'clock | Y |
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Again at six Apelles came | I |
Found the same prating civil dame | I |
Sir that my master has been here | L |
Will by the board itself appear | Z |
If from the perfect line be found | A2 |
He has presumed to swell the round | A2 |
Or colours on the draught to lay | O |
'Tis thus he order'd me to say | O |
Thus write the painters of this isle | B2 |
Let those of Co remark the style | B2 |
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She said and to his hand restored | C2 |
The rival pledge the missive board | C2 |
Upon the happy line were laid | W |
Such obvious light and easy shade | W |
That Paris' apple stood confest | W |
Or Leda's egg or Cloe's breast | W |
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Apelles view'd the finish'd piece | D |
And live said he the arts of Greece | D |
Howe'er Protogenes and I | D2 |
May in our rival talents vie | D2 |
Howe'er our works may have exprest | W |
Who truest drew or colour'd best | W |
When he beheld my flowing line | E2 |
He found at least I could design | E2 |
And from his artful round I grant | W |
That he with perfect skill can paint | W |
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The dullest genius cannot fail | F2 |
To find the moral of my tale | F2 |
That the distinguish'd part of men | G2 |
With compass pencil sword or pen | G2 |
Should in life's visit leave their name | I |
In characters which may proclaim | I |
That they with ardour strove to raise | D |
At once their arts and country's praise | D |
And in their working took great care | M |
That all was full and round and fair | M |
Matthew Prior
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