Address Spoken By Miss Fontenelle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBCCDDEFGGHHH IIJK LLMN OOPPQQ RSTUVVWWXX BBSTILL anxious to secure your partial favour | A |
And not less anxious sure this night than ever | A |
A Prologue Epilogue or some such matter | A |
'Twould vamp my bill said I if nothing better | A |
So sought a poet roosted near the skies | B |
Told him I came to feast my curious eyes | B |
Said nothing like his works was ever printed | C |
And last my prologue business slily hinted | C |
Ma'am let me tell you quoth my man of rhymes | D |
I know your bent these are no laughing times | D |
Can you but Miss I own I have my fears | E |
Dissolve in pause and sentimental tears | F |
With laden sighs and solemn rounded sentence | G |
Rouse from his sluggish slumbers fell Repentance | G |
Paint Vengeance as he takes his horrid stand | H |
Waving on high the desolating brand | H |
Calling the storms to bear him o'er a guilty land | H |
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I could no more askance the creature eyeing | I |
D'ye think said I this face was made for crying | I |
I'll laugh that's poz nay more the world shall know it | J |
And so your servant gloomy Master Poet | K |
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Firm as my creed Sirs 'tis my fix'd belief | L |
That Misery's another word for Grief | L |
I also think so may I be a bride | M |
That so much laughter so much life enjoy'd | N |
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Thou man of crazy care and ceaseless sigh | O |
Still under bleak Misfortune's blasting eye | O |
Doom'd to that sorest task of man alive | P |
To make three guineas do the work of five | P |
Laugh in Misfortune's face the beldam witch | Q |
Say you'll be merry tho' you can't be rich | Q |
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Thou other man of care the wretch in love | R |
Who long with jiltish airs and arts hast strove | S |
Who as the boughs all temptingly project | T |
Measur'st in desperate thought a rope thy neck | U |
Or where the beetling cliff o'erhangs the deep | V |
Peerest to meditate the healing leap | V |
Would'st thou be cur'd thou silly moping elf | W |
Laugh at her follies laugh e'en at thyself | W |
Learn to despise those frowns now so terrific | X |
And love a kinder that's your grand specific | X |
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To sum up all be merry I advise | B |
And as we're merry may we still be wise | B |
Robert Burns
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