To Mr. Blanchard, The Celebrated Aeronaut In America Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEFG HHII JJKK LLMN OOPP JJQQ RRST AAUU VVUW XXEE MYZZ AAWA2 B2B2NN LLC2C2 AAD2E2 F2F2G2G2 H2H2I2

Nil mortalibus ardui estA
Caelum ipsum petimus stultitiaB
HoraceC
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From Persian looms the silk he woveD
No Weaver meant should trail aboveE
The surface of the earth we treadF
To deck the matron or the maidG
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But you ambitious have design'dH
With silk to soar above mankindH
On silk you hang your splendid carI
And mount towards the morning starI
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How can you be so careless gayJ
Would you amidst red lightnings playJ
Meet sulphurous blasts and fear them notK
Is Phaeton's sad fate forgotK
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Beyond our view you mean to riseL
And this Balloon of mighty sizeL
Will to the astonish'd eye appearM
An atom wafted thro' the airN
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Where would you rove amidst the stormsO
Departed Ghosts and shadowy formsO
Vast tracks of aether and what's moreP
A sea of space without a shoreP
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Would you to Herschell find the wayJ
To Saturn's moons undaunted strayJ
Or wafted on a silken wingQ
Alight on Saturn's double ringQ
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Would you the lunar mountains traceR
Or in her flight fair Venus chaseR
Would you like her perform the tourS
Of sixty thousand miles an hourT
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To move at such a dreadful rateA
He must propel who did createA
By him indeed are wonders doneU
Who follows Venus round the sunU
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At Mars arriv'd what would you seeV
Strange forms I guess not such as weV
Alarming shapes yet seen by noneU
For every planet has its ownW
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If onward still you urge your flightX
You may approach some satelliteX
Some of the shining train aboveE
That circle round the orb of JoveE
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Attracted by so huge a sphereM
You might become a stranger hereY
There you might be if there you flyZ
A giant sixty fathoms highZ
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May heaven preserve you from that fateA
Here men are men of little weightA
There Polypheme it might be shownW
Is but a middle sized baboonA2
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This ramble through the aether pass'dB2
Pray tell us when you stop at lastB2
Would you with gods that aether shareN
Or dine on atmospheric airN
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You have a longing for the skiesL
To leave the fogs that round us riseL
To haste your flight and speed your wingsC2
Beyond this world of little thingsC2
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Your silken project is too greatA
Stay here Blanchard 'till death or fateA
To which yourself like us must bowD2
Shall send you where you want to goE2
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Yes wait and let the heav'ns decideF2
Your wishes may be gratifiedF2
And you shall go as swift as thoughtG2
Where nature has more finely wroughtG2
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Her Chrystal spheres her heavens sereneH2
A more sublime enchanting sceneH2
Than thought depicts or poets feignI2

Philip Freneau



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