The Snail Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDEEFGHH IIJJKKLL MMNNOO FFPPQIRRSS EETRUVWWXXYYTT OOZOFA2B2GC2C2OOD2D2 GGWise emblem of our politic world | A |
Sage snail within thine own self curl'd | A |
Instruct me softly to make haste | B |
Whilst these my feet go slowly fast | C |
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Compendious snail thou seem'st to me | D |
Large Euclid's strict epitome | D |
And in each diagram dost fling | E |
Thee from the point unto the ring | E |
A figure now triangular | F |
An oval now and now a square | G |
And then a serpentine dost crawl | H |
Now a straight line now crook'd now all | H |
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Preventing rival of the day | I |
Th'art up and openest thy ray | I |
And ere the morn cradles the moon | J |
Th'art broke into a beauteous noon | J |
Then when the sun sups in the deep | K |
Thy silver horns ere Cynthia's peep | K |
And thou from thine own liquid bed | L |
New Phoebus heav'st thy pleasant head | L |
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Who shall a name for thee create | M |
Deep riddle of mysterious state | M |
Bold Nature that gives common birth | N |
To all products of seas and earth | N |
Of thee as earthquakes is afraid | O |
Nor will thy dire deliv'ry aid | O |
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Thou thine own daughter then and sire | F |
That son and mother art entire | F |
That big still with thy self dost go | P |
And liv'st an aged embryo | P |
That like the cubs of India | Q |
Thou from thyself a while dost play | I |
But frighted with a dog or gun | R |
In thine own belly thou dost run | R |
And as thy house was thine own womb | S |
So thine own womb concludes thy tomb | S |
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But now I must analyz'd king | E |
Thy economic virtues sing | E |
Thou great stay'd husband still within | T |
Thou thee that's thine dost discipline | R |
And when thou art to progress bent | U |
Thou mov'st thy self and tenement | V |
As warlike Scythians travell'd you | W |
Remove your men and city too | W |
Then after a sad dearth and rain | X |
Thou scatterest thy silver train | X |
And when the trees grow nak'd and old | Y |
Thou clothest them with cloth of gold | Y |
Which from thy bowels thou dost spin | T |
And draw from the rich mines within | T |
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Now hast thou chang'd thee saint and made | O |
Thy self a fane that's cupola'd | O |
And in thy wreathed cloister thou | Z |
Walkest thine own grey friar too | O |
Strict and lock'd up th'art hood all o'er | F |
And ne'er eliminat'st thy door | A2 |
On salads thou dost feed severe | B2 |
And 'stead of beads thou dropp'st a tear | G |
And when to rest each calls the bell | C2 |
Thou sleep'st within thy marble cell | C2 |
Where in dark contemplation plac'd | O |
The sweets of nature thou dost taste | O |
Who now with time thy days resolve | D2 |
And in a jelly thee dissolve | D2 |
Like a shot star which doth repair | G |
Upward and rarify the air | G |
Richard Lovelace
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