Retaliation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDD EEFFGGHHCCII AAJJHHKKCCCCCCLLHHMN OOPPQQRRAASSAA| Love 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 |
| - | |
| 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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