Princesse Loysa Drawing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAAAACCCCAAAAAADDA AEEFFGGDDGGBBHHAAAAI IAIJKLLAAAAIII saw a little Diety | A |
MINERVA in epitomy | B |
Whom VENUS at first blush surpris'd | A |
Tooke for her winged wagge disguis'd | A |
But viewing then whereas she made | A |
Not a distrest but lively shade | A |
Of ECCHO whom he had betrayd | A |
Now wanton and ith' coole oth' Sunne | C |
With her delight a hunting gone | C |
And thousands more whom he had slaine | C |
To live and love belov'd againe | C |
Ah this is true divinity | A |
I will un God that toye cri'd she | A |
Then markt she SYRINX running fast | A |
To Pan's imbraces with the haste | A |
Shee fled him once whose reede pipe rent | A |
He finds now a new Instrument | A |
THESEUS return'd invokes the Ayre | D |
And windes then wafts his faire | D |
Whilst ARIADNE ravish't stood | A |
Half in his armes halfe in the flood | A |
Proud ANAXERETE doth fall | E |
At IPHIS feete who smiles at all | E |
And he whilst she his curles doth deck | F |
Hangs no where now but on her neck | F |
Here PHOEBUS with a beame untombes | G |
Long hid LEUCOTHOE and doomes | G |
Her father there DAPHNE the faire | D |
Knowes now no bayes but round her haire | D |
And to APOLLO and his Sons | G |
Who pay him their due Orisons | G |
Bequeaths her lawrell robe that flame | B |
Contemnes Thunder and evill Fame | B |
There kneel'd ADONIS fresh as spring | H |
Gay as his youth now offering | H |
Herself those joyes with voice and hand | A |
Which first he could not understand | A |
Transfixed VENUS stood amas'd | A |
Full of the Boy and Love she gaz'd | A |
And in imbraces seemed more | I |
Senceless and colde then he before | I |
Uselesse Childe In vaine said she | A |
You beare that fond artillerie | I |
See heere a pow'r above the slow | J |
Weake execution of thy bow | K |
So said she riv'd the wood in two | L |
Unedged all his arrowes too | L |
And with the string their feathers bound | A |
To that part whence we have our wound | A |
See see the darts by which we burn'd | A |
Are bright Loysa's pencills turn'd | A |
With which she now enliveth more | I |
Beauties than they destroy'd before | I |
Richard Lovelace
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