Retaliation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDD EEFFGGHHCCII AAJJHHKKCCCCCCLLHHMN OOPPQQRRAASSAALove Cupid Gallantry whate'er | A |
We call that elf seen every where | B |
Half frolicsome half ennuyeuse | C |
Had chanced a country walk to choose | C |
When sudden sweet and bright as May | D |
Young Beauty tripp'd across his way | D |
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Upon my word exclaims the boy | E |
A lucky hit this pretty toy | E |
To pass an hour with vapours haunted | F |
Is quite the thing I wish'd and wanted | F |
I do not so far condescend | G |
As serious mischief to intend | G |
But just to show my powers of pleasing | H |
In flattery badinage and teasing | H |
But should she for young girls poor things | C |
Are tender as yon insect's wings | C |
Should she mistake me and grow fond | I |
Why I'll grow serious and abscond | I |
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First not abruptly to confound her | A |
With glance and smile he hovers round her | A |
Next like a Bond street or Pall mall beau | J |
Begins to press her gentle elbow | J |
Then plays at once familiar walking | H |
His whole artillery of talking | H |
Like a young fawn the blushing maid | K |
Trips on half pleased and half afraid | K |
And while she palpitates and listens | C |
Still fluttering where the sunbeam glistens | C |
He shows her all his pretty things | C |
His bow and quiver dart and wings | C |
Now proud in power he sees her eyes | C |
Dilate with beautiful surprise | C |
But most though fraught with perturbation | L |
His weapons claim her admiration | L |
And with an archness most bewitching | H |
Her naive simplicity enriching | H |
She wonders where a maid might buy than | M |
And begs to be allow'd to try them | N |
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With secret scorn but smiling bland | O |
He yields them to her curious hand | O |
When instant twang the arrow flew | P |
So just her aim it pierced him through | P |
Right through his heart the luckless lad | Q |
A heart to do him right he had | Q |
All prone he lies in throbbing anguish | R |
Through many an hour to pine and languish | R |
And what made all his pangs more bitter | A |
Off flew the damsel in a titter | A |
Prudence conceal'd behind a tree | S |
Cries out you've always laughed at me | S |
Henceforth you'll recollect young sir | A |
'Tis not so safe to laugh at her | A |
Thomas Gent
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