Lucasta's Fanne, With A Looking- Glasse In It Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCC ADEDE AACAC ADCDC AFCFC ACCCC ADFDF ACCCC FCFCF| I | A |
| Eastrich thou featherd foole and easie prey | B |
| That larger sailes to thy broad vessell needst | C |
| Snakes through thy guttur neck hisse all the day | C |
| Then on thy iron messe at supper feedst | C |
| - | |
| II | A |
| O what a glorious transmigration | D |
| From this to so divine an edifice | E |
| Hast thou straight made heere from a winged stone | D |
| Transform'd into a bird of paradice | E |
| - | |
| III | A |
| Now doe thy plumes for hiew and luster vie | A |
| With th' arch of heav'n that triumphs or'e past wet | C |
| And in a rich enamel'd pinion lye | A |
| With saphyres amethists and opalls set | C |
| - | |
| IV | A |
| Sometime they wing her side thee strive to drown | D |
| The day's eyes piercing beames whose am'rous heat | C |
| Sollicites still 'till with this shield of downe | D |
| From her brave face his glowing fires are beat | C |
| - | |
| V | A |
| But whilst a plumy curtaine she doth draw | F |
| A chrystall mirror sparkles in thy breast | C |
| In which her fresh aspect when as she saw | F |
| And then her foe retired to the west | C |
| - | |
| VI | A |
| Deare engine that oth' sun got'st me the day | C |
| 'Spite of his hot assaults mad'st him retreat | C |
| No wind said she dare with thee henceforth play | C |
| But mine own breath to coole the tyrants heat | C |
| - | |
| VII | A |
| My lively shade thou ever shalt retaine | D |
| In thy inclosed feather framed glasse | F |
| And but unto our selves to all remaine | D |
| Invisible thou feature of this face | F |
| - | |
| VIII | A |
| So said her sad swaine over heard and cried | C |
| Yee Gods for faith unstaind this a reward | C |
| Feathers and glasse t'outweigh my vertue tryed | C |
| Ah show their empty strength the gods accord | C |
| - | |
| IX | F |
| Now fall'n the brittle favourite lyes and burst | C |
| Amas'd LUCASTA weepes repents and flies | F |
| To her ALEXIS vowes her selfe acurst | C |
| If hence she dresse her selfe but in his eyes | F |
Richard Lovelace
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Lucasta's Fanne, With A Looking- Glasse In It poem by Richard Lovelace
Best Poems of Richard Lovelace