The Toad And Spyder. A Duell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEFG HHIJKKLLEEMMNNOMPPMM QOLLCCLLQQRRSSLLTTUV LLWWXXYYZZA2A2B2C2LL D2D2LLIE2A2A2A2A2LLA 2A2 A2A2WWA2A2A2A2F2F2A2 A2ME2G2G2LLA2A2LLMMA 2A2B2H2I2E2MMJ2J2LL E2E2LLLLK2K2A2A2E2E2 E2E2L2L2MMOMA2OLLM2M 2MMA2A2A2A2A2A2MMA2A 2LLLLH2H2 N2N2MMLLA2A2 LA2MMO2O2 LLN2A2E2E2J2J2LLA2A2 LLJ2J2 A2A2J2J2A2A2Upon a day when the Dog star | A |
Unto the world proclaim'd a war | B |
And poyson bark'd from black throat | C |
And from his jaws infection shot | D |
Under a deadly hen bane shade | E |
With slime infernal mists are made | E |
Met the two dreaded enemies | F |
Having their weapons in their eyes | G |
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First from his den rolls forth that load | H |
Of spite and hate the speckl'd toad | H |
And from his chaps a foam doth spawn | I |
Such as the loathed three heads yawn | J |
Defies his foe with a fell spit | K |
To wade through death to meet with it | K |
Then in his self the lymbeck turns | L |
And his elixir'd poyson urns | L |
Arachne once the fear oth' maid | E |
Coelestial thus unto her pray'd | E |
Heaven's blew ey'd daughter thine own mother | M |
The Python killing Sun's thy brother | M |
Oh thou from gods that didst descend | N |
With a poor virgin to contend | N |
Shall seed of earth and hell ere be | O |
A rival in thy victorie | M |
Pallas assents for now long time | P |
And pity had clean rins'd her crime | P |
When straight she doth with active fire | M |
Her many legged foe inspire | M |
Have you not seen a charact lie | Q |
A great cathedral in the sea | O |
Under whose Babylonian walls | L |
A small thin frigot almshouse stalls | L |
So in his slime the toad doth float | C |
And th' spyder by but seems his boat | C |
And now the naumachie begins | L |
Close to the surface her self spins | L |
Arachne when her foe lets flye | Q |
A broad side of his breath too high | Q |
That's over shot the wisely stout | R |
Advised maid doth tack about | R |
And now her pitchy barque doth sweat | S |
Chaf'd in her own black fury wet | S |
Lasie and cold before she brings | L |
New fires to her contracted stings | L |
And with discolour'd spumes doth blast | T |
The herbs that to their center hast | T |
Now to the neighb'ring henbane top | U |
Arachne hath her self wound up | V |
And thence from its dilated leaves | L |
By her own cordage downwards weaves | L |
And doth her town of foe attack | W |
And storms the rampiers of his back | W |
Which taken in her colours spread | X |
March to th' citadel of's head | X |
Now as in witty torturing Spain | Y |
The brain is vext to vex the brain | Y |
Where hereticks bare heads are arm'd | Z |
In a close helm and in it charm'd | Z |
An overgrown and meagre rat | A2 |
That peece meal nibbles himself fat | A2 |
So on the toads blew checquer'd scull | B2 |
The spider gluttons her self full | C2 |
And vomiting her Stygian seeds | L |
Her poyson on his poyson feeds | L |
Thus the invenom'd toad now grown | D2 |
Big with more poyson than his own | D2 |
Doth gather all his pow'rs and shakes | L |
His stormer in's disgorged lakes | L |
And wounded now apace crawls on | I |
To his next plantane surgeon | E2 |
With whose rich balm no sooner drest | A2 |
But purged is his sick swoln breast | A2 |
And as a glorious combatant | A2 |
That only rests awhile to pant | A2 |
Then with repeated strength and scars | L |
That smarting fire him new to wars | L |
Deals blows that thick themselves prevent | A2 |
As they would gain the time he spent | A2 |
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So the disdaining angry toad | A2 |
That calls but a thin useless load | A2 |
His fatal feared self comes back | W |
With unknown venome fill'd to crack | W |
Th' amased spider now untwin'd | A2 |
Hath crept up and her self new lin'd | A2 |
With fresh salt foams and mists that blast | A2 |
The ambient air as they past | A2 |
And now me thinks a Sphynx's wing | F2 |
I pluck and do not write but sting | F2 |
With their black blood my pale inks blent | A2 |
Gall's but a faint ingredient | A2 |
The pol'tick toad doth now withdraw | M |
Warn'd higher in CAMPANIA | E2 |
There wisely doth intrenched deep | G2 |
His body in a body keep | G2 |
And leaves a wide and open pass | L |
T' invite the foe up to his jaws | L |
Which there within a foggy blind | A2 |
With fourscore fire arms were lin'd | A2 |
The gen'rous active spider doubts | L |
More ambuscadoes than redoubts | L |
So within shot she doth pickear | M |
Now gall's the flank and now the rear | M |
As that the toad in's own dispite | A2 |
Must change the manner of his fight | A2 |
Who like a glorious general | B2 |
With one home charge lets fly at all | H2 |
Chaf'd with a fourfold ven'mous foam | I2 |
Of scorn revenge his foes and 's own | E2 |
He seats him in his loathed chair | M |
New made him by each mornings air | M |
With glowing eyes he doth survey | J2 |
Th' undaunted hoast he calls his prey | J2 |
Then his dark spume he gred'ly laps | L |
And shows the foe his grave his chaps | L |
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Whilst the quick wary Amazon | E2 |
Of 'vantage takes occasion | E2 |
And with her troop of leggs carreers | L |
In a full speed with all her speers | L |
Down as some mountain on a mouse | L |
On her small cot he flings his house | L |
Without the poyson of the elf | K2 |
The toad had like t' have burst himself | K2 |
For sage Arachne with good heed | A2 |
Had stopt herself upon full speed | A2 |
And 's body now disorder'd on | E2 |
She falls to execution | E2 |
The passive toad now only can | E2 |
Contemn and suffer Here began | E2 |
The wronged maids ingenious rage | L2 |
Which his heart venome must asswage | L2 |
One eye she hath spet out strange smother | M |
When one flame doth put out another | M |
And one eye wittily spar'd that he | O |
Might but behold his miserie | M |
She on each spot a wound doth print | A2 |
And each speck hath a sting within't | O |
Till he but one new blister is | L |
And swells his own periphrasis | L |
Then fainting sick and yellow pale | M2 |
She baths him with her sulph'rous stale | M2 |
Thus slacked is her Stygian fire | M |
And she vouchsafes now to retire | M |
Anon the toad begins to pant | A2 |
Bethinks him of th' almighty plant | A2 |
And lest he peece meal should be sped | A2 |
Wisely doth finish himself dead | A2 |
Whilst the gay girl as was her fate | A2 |
Doth wanton and luxuriate | A2 |
And crowns her conqu'ring head all or | M |
With fatal leaves of hellebore | M |
Not guessing at the pretious aid | A2 |
Was lent her by the heavenly maid | A2 |
The neer expiring toad now rowls | L |
Himself in lazy bloody scrowls | L |
To th' sov'raign salve of all his ills | L |
That only life and health distills | L |
But loe a terror above all | H2 |
That ever yet did him befall | H2 |
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Pallas still mindful of her foe | N2 |
Whilst they did with each fires glow | N2 |
Had to the place the spiders lar | M |
Dispath'd before the ev'nings star | M |
He learned was in Natures laws | L |
Of all her foliage knew the cause | L |
And 'mongst the rest in his choice want | A2 |
Unplanted had this plantane plant | A2 |
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The all confounded toad doth see | L |
His life fled with his remedie | A2 |
And in a glorious despair | M |
First burst himself and next the air | M |
Then with a dismal horred yell | O2 |
Beats down his loathsome breath to hell | O2 |
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But what inestimable bliss | L |
This to the sated virgin is | L |
Who as before of her fiend foe | N2 |
Now full is of her goddess too | A2 |
She from her fertile womb hath spun | E2 |
Her stateliest pavillion | E2 |
Whilst all her silken flags display | J2 |
And her triumphant banners play | J2 |
Where Pallas she ith' midst doth praise | L |
And counterfeits her brothers rayes | L |
Nor will she her dear lar forget | A2 |
Victorious by his benefit | A2 |
Whose roof inchanted she doth free | L |
From haunting gnat and goblin bee | L |
Who trapp'd in her prepared toyle | J2 |
To their destruction keep a coyle | J2 |
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Then she unlocks the toad's dire head | A2 |
Within whose cell is treasured | A2 |
That pretious stone which she doth call | J2 |
A noble recompence for all | J2 |
And to her lar doth it present | A2 |
Of his fair aid a monument | A2 |
Richard Lovelace
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