Epilogue. Written For Lady Dacre's Tragedy Of Ina Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBBDDEEFFGGHIEE EJJKKLLMMFFNNOOKPBBB QQRRSSTTEEE UUUEEVVSSWW| Last night as lonely o'er my fire I sat | A |
| Thinking of cues starts exits and all that | A |
| And wondering much what little knavish sprite | B |
| Had put it first in women's heads to write | B |
| Sudden I saw as in some witching dream | C |
| A bright blue glory round my book case beam | C |
| From whose quick opening folds of azure light | B |
| Out flew a tiny form as small and bright | B |
| As Puck the Fairy when he pops his head | D |
| Some sunny morning from a violet bed | D |
| Bless me I starting cried what imp are you | E |
| A small he devil Ma'am my name BAS BLEU | E |
| A bookish sprite much given to routs and reading | F |
| 'Tis I who teach your spinsters of good breeding | F |
| The reigning taste in chemistry and caps | G |
| The last new bounds of tuckers and of maps | G |
| And when the waltz has twirled her giddy brain | H |
| With metaphysics twirl it back again | I |
| I viewed him as he spoke his hose were blue | E |
| His wings the covers of the last Review | E |
| Cerulean bordered with a jaundice hue | E |
| And tinselled gayly o'er for evening wear | J |
| Till the next quarter brings a new fledged pair | J |
| Inspired by me pursued this waggish Fairy | K |
| That best of wives and Sapphos Lady Mary | K |
| Votary alike of Crispin and the Muse | L |
| Makes her own splay foot epigrams and shoes | L |
| For me the eyes of young Camilla shine | M |
| And mingle Love's blue brilliances with mine | M |
| For me she sits apart from coxcombs shrinking | F |
| Looks wise the pretty soul and thinks she's thinking | F |
| By my advice Miss Indigo attends | N |
| Lectures on Memory and assures her friends | N |
| ''Pon honor mimics nothing can surpass the plan | O |
| 'Of that professor trying to recollect psha that memory man | O |
| 'That what's his name him I attended lately | K |
| ''Pon honor he improved my memory greatly ' | P |
| Here curtsying low I asked the blue legged sprite | B |
| What share he had in this our play to night | B |
| 'Nay there he cried there I am guiltless quite | B |
| What choose a heroine from that Gothic time | Q |
| When no one waltzed and none but monks could rhyme | Q |
| When lovely woman all unschooled and wild | R |
| Blushed without art and without culture smiled | R |
| Simple as flowers while yet unclassed they shone | S |
| Ere Science called their brilliant world her own | S |
| Ranged the wild rosy things in learned orders | T |
| And filled with Greek the garden's blushing borders | T |
| No no your gentle Inas will not do | E |
| To morrow evening when the lights burn blue | E |
| I'll come pointing downwards you understand till then adieu | E |
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| And has the sprite been here No jests apart | U |
| Howe'er man rules in science and in art | U |
| The sphere of woman's glories is the heart | U |
| And if our Muse have sketched with pencil true | E |
| The wife the mother firm yet gentle too | E |
| Whose soul wrapt up in ties itself hath spun | V |
| Trembles if touched in the remotest one | V |
| Who loves yet dares even Love himself disown | S |
| When Honor's broken shaft supports his throne | S |
| If such our Ina she may scorn the evils | W |
| Dire as they are of Critics and Blue Devils | W |
Thomas Moore
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