Prologue, To Public Readings At A Young Gentlemen's Academy. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEFFGGHIJJKKLLMM NNOOPPQQRRSS QQTTUUVVWWTTTTXXYY TTTTZZZZA2A2TTKKB2B2 ZZ| Once more we venture here to prove our worth | A |
| And ask indulgence kind to tempt us forth | B |
| Seek not perfection from our essays green | C |
| That in man's noblest works has never been | D |
| Nor is nor e'er will be a work exempt | E |
| From fault to form as well might man attempt | E |
| T'explore the vast infinity of space | F |
| Or fix mechanic boundaries to grace | F |
| Hard is the finish'd Speaker's task what then | G |
| Must be our danger to pursue the pen | G |
| Of the 'rapt Bard through all his varied turns | H |
| Where joy extatic smiles or sorrow mourns | I |
| Where Richard's soul red in the murtherous lave | J |
| Shrinks from the night yawn'd tenants of the grave | J |
| While coward conscience still affrights his eye | K |
| Still groans the dagger'd sound despair and die | K |
| And hapless Juliet's unextinguish'd flame | L |
| Gives to the tomb she mock'd her beauteous frame | L |
| Yet diff'rent far where Claudio sees return'd | M |
| To life and love the maid too rashly spurn'd | M |
| Or Falstaff in his sympathetic scroll | N |
| Forth to the Wives of Windsor pours his soul | N |
| Again forsaking mirth's fantastic rites | O |
| The Muse to follow through her nobler flights | O |
| Where Milton paints angelic hosts in arms | P |
| And Heaven's wide champaign rings with dire alarms | P |
| Till 'vengeful justice wings its dreadful way | Q |
| And hurls the apostate from the face of day | Q |
| Immortal Bards high o'er oblivion's shroud | R |
| Their names shall live pre eminent and proud | R |
| Who snatch'd the keys of mystery from time | S |
| This world too little for their Muse sublime | S |
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| With Thomson now o'er sylvan scenes we stray | Q |
| Or seek the lone church yard with pensive Gray | Q |
| On Pope's refin'd or Dryden's lofty strains | T |
| Dwell while their fire the lightest heart enchains | T |
| Through these and all our Bards to whom belong | U |
| The pow'rs transcendent of immortal song | U |
| How difficult to steer t'avoid the cant | V |
| Of polish'd phrase and nerve alarming rant | V |
| Each period with true elegance to round | W |
| And give the Poet's meaning in the sound | W |
| But wherefore should the Muse employ her verse | T |
| The peril of our labors to rehearse | T |
| Oft has your kind your generous applause | T |
| E're now convinc'd us you approve our cause | T |
| Conscious it will again our task attend | X |
| The Critic stern we ask not to commend | X |
| Who like inclement Winter's hostile frown | Y |
| Would beat th'infantine shrubs of Genius down | Y |
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| By your kind sanction spur'd to nobler aims | T |
| Our country now the Muses' tribute claims | T |
| When o'er fair Albion war destructive lours | T |
| Oh be those Patriot feelings ever ours | T |
| Which from the public mind spontaneous burst | Z |
| On that infuriate foe by crimes accurst | Z |
| Who'd o'er our envied isle his vassals send | Z |
| And all the land with dire convulsions rend | Z |
| Well let their armies come their locusts pour | A2 |
| Each British heart shall welcome them on shore | A2 |
| Each British hand is arm'd in Britain's cause | T |
| To guard their birth right liberty and laws | T |
| Rise Britons rise attend fair freedom's cry | K |
| The wretch who meanly fears deserves to die | K |
| His kind protection 'gainst each latent foe | B2 |
| Still may that Pow'r Omnipotent bestow | B2 |
| Which first Britannia's sov'reign flag unfurl'd | Z |
| So high it flames a beacon to the World | Z |
Thomas Gent
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