The Lady's Looking-glass Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEFGGAAA HHIIJJKL HGJJIIMNGG GGHHLLHH OPAAHHCelia and I the other Day | A |
Walk'd o'er the Sand Hills to the Sea | B |
The setting Sun adorn'd the Coast | C |
His Beams entire his Fierceness lost | D |
And on the Surface of the Deep | E |
The Winds lay only not asleep | E |
The Nymph did like the Scene appear | F |
Serenely pleasant calmly fair | G |
Soft fell her words as flew the Air | G |
With secret Joy I heard Her say | A |
That She would never miss one Day | A |
A Walk so fine a Sight so gay | A |
- | |
But oh the Change the Winds grow high | H |
Impending Tempests charge the Sky | H |
The Lightning flies the Thunder roars | I |
And big Waves lash the frighten'd Shoars | I |
Struck with the Horror of the Sight | J |
She turns her Head and wings her Flight | J |
And trembling vows She'll ne'er again | K |
Approach the Shoar or view the Main | L |
- | |
Once more at least look back said I | H |
Thy self in That large Glass descry | G |
When Thou art in good Humour drest | J |
When gentle Reason rules thy Breast | J |
The Sun upon the calmest Sea | I |
Appears not half so bright as Thee | I |
'Tis then that with Delight I rove | M |
Upon the boundless Depth of Love | N |
I bless my Chain I hand my Oar | G |
Nor think on all I left on Shoar | G |
- | |
But when vain Doubt and groundless Fear | G |
Do That Dear Foolish Bosom tear | G |
When the big Lip and wat'ry Eye | H |
Tell Me the rising Storm is nigh | H |
'Tis then Thou art yon' angry Main | L |
Deform'd by Winds and dash'd by Rain | L |
And the poor Sailor that must try | H |
Its Fury labours less than I | H |
- | |
Shipwreck'd in vain to Land I make | O |
While Love and Fate still drive Me back | P |
Forc'd to doat on Thee thy own Way | A |
I chide Thee first and then obey | A |
Wretched when from Thee vex'd when nigh | H |
I with Thee or without Thee die | H |
Matthew Prior
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Lady's Looking-glass poem by Matthew Prior
Best Poems of Matthew Prior