Verses Written To Be Spoken By Mrs. Siddons Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOPPQQQQQQQQQQ RRQQQQSSTTUUVPWWXXQQ YYZZQQWA2B2B2C2C2WWI IQQD2D2E2E2QQQQ| Yes 'tis the pulse of life my fears were vain | A |
| I wake I breathe and am myself again | B |
| Still in this nether world no seraph yet | C |
| Nor walks my spirit when the sun is set | C |
| With troubled step to haunt the fatal board | D |
| Where I died last by poison or the sword | D |
| Blanching each honest cheek with deeds of night | E |
| Done here so oft by dim and doubtful light | E |
| To drop all metaphor that little bell | F |
| Call'd back reality and broke the spell | F |
| No heroine claims your tears with tragic tone | G |
| A very woman scarce restrains her own | G |
| Can she with fiction charm the cheated mind | H |
| When to be grateful is the part assign'd | H |
| Ah No she scorns the trappings of her Art | I |
| No theme but truth no prompter but the heart | I |
| But Ladies say must I alone unmask | J |
| Is here no other actress let me ask | J |
| Believe me those who best the heart dissect | K |
| Know every Woman studies stage effect | K |
| She moulds her manners to the part she fills | L |
| As Instinct teaches or as Humour wills | L |
| And as the grave or gay her talent calls | M |
| Acts in the drama till the curtain falls | M |
| First how her little breast with triumph swells | N |
| When the red coral rings its golden bells | N |
| To play in pantomime is then the rage | O |
| Along the carpet's many colour'd stage | O |
| Or lisp her merry thoughts with loud endeavour | P |
| Now here now there in noise and mischief ever | P |
| A school girl next she curls her hair in papers | Q |
| And mimics father's gout and mother's vapours | Q |
| Discards her doll bribes Betty for romances | Q |
| Playful at church and serious when she dances | Q |
| Tramples alike on customs and on toes | Q |
| And whispers all she hears to all she knows | Q |
| Terror of caps and wigs and sober notions | Q |
| A romp that longest of perpetual motions | Q |
| Till tam'd and tortur'd into foreign graces | Q |
| She sports her lovely face at public places | Q |
| And with blue laughing eyes behind her fan | R |
| First acts her part with that great actor MAN | R |
| Too soon a flirt approach her and she flies | Q |
| Frowns when pursued and when entreated sighs | Q |
| Plays with unhappy men as cats with mice | Q |
| Till fading beauty hints the late advice | Q |
| Her prudence dictates what her pride disdain'd | S |
| And now she sues to slaves herself had chain'd | S |
| Then comes that good old character a Wife | T |
| With all the dear distracting cares of life | T |
| A thousand cards a day at doors to leave | U |
| And in return a thousand cards receive | U |
| Rouge high play deep to lead the ton aspire | V |
| With nightly blaze set PORTLAND PLACE on fire | P |
| Snatch half a glimpse at Concert Opera Ball | W |
| A Meteor trac'd by none tho' seen by all | W |
| And when her shatter'd nerves forbid to roam | X |
| In very spleen rehearse the girls at home | X |
| Last the grey Dowager in antient flounces | Q |
| With snuff and spectacles the age denounces | Q |
| Boasts how the Sires of this degenerate Isle | Y |
| Knelt for a look and duell'd for a smile | Y |
| The scourge and ridicule of Goth and Vandal | Z |
| Her tea she sweetens as she sips with scandal | Z |
| With modern Belles eternal warfare wages | Q |
| Like her own birds that clamour from their cages | Q |
| And shuffles round to bear her tale to all | W |
| Like some old Ruin 'nodding to its fall ' | A2 |
| Thus WOMAN makes her entrance and her exit | B2 |
| Not least an actress when she least suspects it | B2 |
| Yet Nature oft peeps out and mars the plot | C2 |
| Each lesson lost each poor pretence forgot | C2 |
| Full oft with energy that scorns controul | W |
| At once lights up the features of the soul | W |
| Unlocks each thought chain'd by coward Art | I |
| And to full day the latent passions start | I |
| And she whose first best wish is your applause | Q |
| Herself exemplifies the truth she draws | Q |
| Born on the stage thro' every shifting scene | D2 |
| Obscure or bright tempestuous or serene | D2 |
| Still has your smile her trembling spirit fir'd | E2 |
| And can she act with thoughts like these inspir'd | E2 |
| Thus from her mind all artifice she flings | Q |
| All skill all practice now unmeaning things | Q |
| To you uncheck'd each genuine feeling flows | Q |
| For all that life endears to you she owes | Q |
Samuel Rogers
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