A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABC ADEFG AHHHH IJJGG IHHKK ILLMN IHHOO IPPQQ OHHRR OIIOO OIISS OIIOO OTTUU IIIHHI | A |
Forbear this liquid fire Fly | A |
It is more fatal then the dry | A |
That singly but embracing wounds | B |
And this at once both burns and drowns | C |
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II | A |
The salamander that in heat | D |
And flames doth cool his monstrous sweat | E |
Whose fan a glowing cake is said | F |
Of this red furnace is afraid | G |
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III | A |
Viewing the ruby christal shine | H |
Thou tak'st it for heaven christalline | H |
Anon thou wilt be taught to groan | H |
'Tis an ascended Acheron | H |
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IV | I |
A snow ball heart in it let fall | J |
And take it out a fire ball | J |
Ali icy breast in it betray'd | G |
Breaks a destructive wild granade | G |
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V | I |
'Tis this makes Venus altars shine | H |
This kindles frosty Hymen's pine | H |
When the boy grows old in his desires | K |
This flambeau doth new light his fires | K |
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VI | I |
Though the cold hermit over wail | L |
Whose sighs do freeze and tears drop hail | L |
Once having pass'd this will ne'r | M |
Another flaming purging fear | N |
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VII | I |
The vestal drinking this doth burn | H |
Now more than in her fun'ral urn | H |
Her fires that with the sun kept race | O |
Are now extinguish'd by her face | O |
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VIII | I |
The chymist that himself doth still | P |
Let him but tast this limbecks bill | P |
And prove this sublimated bowl | Q |
He'll swear it will calcine a soul | Q |
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IX | O |
Noble and brave now thou dost know | H |
The false prepared decks below | H |
Dost thou the fatal liquor sup | R |
One drop alas thy barque blowes up | R |
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X | O |
What airy country hast to save | I |
Whose plagues thou'lt bury in thy grave | I |
For even now thou seem'st to us | O |
On this gulphs brink a Curtius | O |
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XI | O |
And now th' art faln magnanimous Fly | I |
In where thine Ocean doth fry | I |
Like the Sun's son who blush'd the flood | S |
To a complexion of blood | S |
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XII | O |
Yet see my glad auricular | I |
Redeems thee though dissolv'd a star | I |
Flaggy thy wings and scorch'd thy thighs | O |
Thou ly'st a double sacrifice | O |
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XIII | O |
And now my warming cooling breath | T |
Shall a new life afford in death | T |
See in the hospital of my hand | U |
Already cur'd thou fierce do'st stand | U |
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XIV | I |
Burnt insect dost thou reaspire | I |
The moist hot glasse and liquid fire | I |
I see 'tis such a pleasing pain | H |
Thou would'st be scorch'd and drown'd again | H |
Richard Lovelace
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