To The Reviewers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEDDFFDDGG HHDDDDDDIDJKLL DDMMNODDGGDDPPQQRRSS TTUUDDVVDDDDDDWWII DDDDDDXXDD GGDDPPGGDDYYDDDDZZDD A2A2| Oh ye enthroned in presidential awe | A |
| To give the song smit generation law | B |
| Who wield Apollo's delegated rod | C |
| And shake Parnassus with your sovereign nod | C |
| A pensive Pilgrim worn with base turmoils | D |
| Plebeian cares and mercenary toils | D |
| Implores your pity while with footsteps rude | E |
| He dares within the mountain's pale intrude | E |
| For oh enchantment through its empire dwells | D |
| And rules the spirit with Lethean spells | D |
| By hands unseen aerial harps are hung | F |
| And Spring like Hebe ever fair and young | F |
| On her broad bosom rears the laughing Loves | D |
| And breathes bland incense through the warbling groves | D |
| Spontaneous bids unfading blossoms blow | G |
| And nectar'd streams mellifluously flow | G |
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| There while the Muses wanton unconfined | H |
| And wreaths resplendent round their temples bind | H |
| 'Tis yours to strew their steps with votive flowers | D |
| To watch them slumbering 'midst the blissful bowers | D |
| To guard the shades that hide their sacred charms | D |
| And shield their beauties from unhallow'd arms | D |
| Oh may their suppliant steal a passing kiss | D |
| Alas he pants not for superior bliss | D |
| Thrice bless'd his virgin modesty shall be | I |
| To snatch an evanescent ecstacy | D |
| The fierce extremes of superhuman love | J |
| For his frail sense too exquisite might prove | K |
| He turns all blushing from th' Aoenian shade | L |
| To humbler raptures with a mortal maid | L |
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| I know 'tis yours when unscholastic wights | D |
| Unloose their fancies in presumptuous flights | D |
| Awaked to vengeance on such flights to frown | M |
| Clip the wing'd horse and roll his rider down | M |
| But if empower'd to strike th' immortal lyre | N |
| The ardent vot'ry glows with genuine fire | O |
| 'Tis yours while care recoils and envy flies | D |
| Subdued by his resistless energies | D |
| 'Tis yours to bid Pierian fountains flow | G |
| And toast his name in Wit's seraglio | G |
| To bind his brows with amaranthine bays | D |
| And bless with beef and beer his mundane days | D |
| Alas nor beef nor beer nor bays are mine | P |
| If by your looks my doom I may divine | P |
| Ye frown so dreadful and ye swell so big | Q |
| Your fateful arms the goose quill and the wig | Q |
| The wig with wisdom's somb'rous seal impress'd | R |
| Mysterious terrors grim portents invest | R |
| And shame and honour on the goose quill perch | S |
| Like doves and ravens on a country church | S |
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| As some raw 'Squire by rustic nymphs admired | T |
| Of vulgar charms and easy conquests tired | T |
| Resolves new scenes and nobler flights to dare | U |
| Nor waste his sweetness in the desert air | U |
| To town repairs some famed assembly seeks | D |
| With red importance blust'ring in his cheeks | D |
| But when electric on th' astonish'd wight | V |
| Burst the full floods of music and of light | V |
| While levell'd mirrors multiply the rows | D |
| Of radiant beauties and accomplish'd beaus | D |
| At once confounded into sober sense | D |
| He feels his pristine insignificance | D |
| And blinking blund'ring from the general quiz | D |
| Retreats to ponder on the thing he is | D |
| By pride inflated and by praise allured | W |
| Small Authors thus strut forth and thus get cured | W |
| But Critics hear I an angel pleads for me | I |
| That tongueless ten tongued cherub Modesty | I |
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| Sirs if you damn me you'll resemble those | D |
| That flay'd the Traveller who had lost his clothes | D |
| Are there not foes enough to do my books | D |
| Relentless trunk makers and pastry cooks | D |
| Acknowledge not those barbarous allies | D |
| The wooden box men and the men of pies | D |
| For Heav'n's sake let it ne'er be understood | X |
| That you great Censors coalesce with wood | X |
| Nor let your actions contradict your looks | D |
| That tell the world you ne'er colleague with cooks | D |
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| But if the blithe Muse will indulge a smile | G |
| Why scowls thy brow O Bookseller the while | G |
| Thy sunk eyes glisten through eclipsing fears | D |
| Fill'd like Cassandra's with prophetic tears | D |
| With such a visage withering woe begone | P |
| Shrinks the pale poet from the damning dun | P |
| Come let us teach each other's tears to flow | G |
| Like fasting bards in fellowship of woe | G |
| When the coy Muse puts on coquettish airs | D |
| Nor deigns one line to their voracious prayers | D |
| Thy spirit groaning like th' encumber'd block | Y |
| Which bears my works deplores them as dead stock | Y |
| Doom'd by these undiscriminating times | D |
| To endless sleep with Delia Cruscan rhymes | D |
| Yes Critics whisper thee litigious wretches | D |
| Oblivion's hand shall finish all my sketches | D |
| But see my soul such bug bears has repell'd | Z |
| With magnanimity unparallel'd | Z |
| Take up the volume every care dismiss | D |
| And smile gruff Gorgon while I tell thee this | D |
| Not one shall lie neglected on the shelf | A2 |
| All shall be sold I'll buy them in myself | A2 |
Thomas Gent
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