The Sylph's Ball Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH BFBF IJIJ KLKL MNON PQPQ LRLR SHSH TUTU VUPU WFWF XUXU YWYW UZUZ A2WA2W B2FB2F BC2BC2 A2UA2U FD2FL E2UE2U UF2UF2

A sylph as bright as ever sportedA
Her figure thro' the fields of airB
By an old swarthy Gnome was courtedA
And strange to say he won the fairB
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The annals of the oldest witchC
A pair so sorted could not showD
But how refuse the Gnome was richC
The Rothschild of the world belowD
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And Sylphs like other pretty creaturesE
Are told betimes they must considerF
Love as an auctioneer of featuresE
Who knocks them down to the best bidderF
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Home she was taken to his MineG
A Palace paved with diamonds allH
And proud as Lady Gnome to shineG
Sent out her tickets for a ballH
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The lower world of course was thereB
And all the best but of the upperF
The sprinkling was but shy and rareB
A few old Sylphids who loved supperF
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As none yet knew the wondrous LampI
Of DAVY that renowned AladdinJ
And the Gnome's Halls exhaled a dampI
Which accidents from fire were had inJ
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The chambers were supplied with lightK
By many strange but safe devicesL
Large fire flies such as shine at nightK
Among the Orient's flowers and spicesL
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Musical flint mills swiftly playedM
By elfin hands that flashing roundN
Like certain fire eyed minstrel maidsO
Gave out at once both light and soundN
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Bologna stones that drink the sunP
And water from that Indian seaQ
Whose waves at night like wildfire runP
Corked up in crystal carefullyQ
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Glow worms that round the tiny dishesL
Like little light houses were set upR
And pretty phosphorescent fishesL
That by their own gay light were eat upR
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'Mong the few guests from Ether cameS
That wicked Sylph whom Love we callH
My Lady knew him but by nameS
My Lord her husband not at allH
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Some prudent Gnomes 'tis said apprisedT
That he was coming and no doubtU
Alarmed about his torch advisedT
He should by all means be kept outU
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But others disapproved this planV
And by his flame tho' somewhat frightedU
Thought Love too much a gentlemanP
In such a dangerous place to light itU
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However there he was and dancingW
With the fair Sylph light as a featherF
They looked like two fresh sunbeams glancingW
At daybreak down to earth togetherF
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And all had gone off safe and wellX
But for that plaguy torch whose lightU
Though not yet kindled who could tellX
How soon how devilishly it mightU
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And so it chanced which in those darkY
And fireless halls was quite amazingW
Did we not know how small a sparkY
Can set the torch of Love a blazingW
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Whether it came when close entangledU
In the gay waltz from her bright eyesZ
Or from the lucciole that spangledU
Her locks of jet is all surmiseZ
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But certain 'tis the ethereal girlA2
Did drop a spark at some odd turningW
Which by the waltz's windy whirlA2
Was fanned up into actual burningW
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Oh for that Lamp's metallic gauzeB2
That curtain of protecting wireF
Which DAVY delicately drawsB2
Around illicit dangerous fireF
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The wall he sets 'twixt Flame and AirB
Like that which barred young Thisbe's blissC2
Thro' whose small holes this dangerous pairB
May see each other but not kissC2
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At first the torch looked rather bluelyA2
A sign they say that no good bodedU
Then quick the gas became unrulyA2
And crack the ball room all explodedU
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Sylphs gnomes and fiddlers mixt togetherF
With all their aunts sons cousins niecesD2
Like butterflies in stormy weatherF
Were blown legs wings and tails to piecesL
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While mid these victims of the torchE2
The Sylph alas too bore her partU
Found lying with a livid scorchE2
As if from lightning o'er her heartU
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Well done a laughing Goblin saidU
Escaping from this gaseous strifeF2
'Tis not the first time Love has madeU
A blow up in connubial lifeF2

Thomas Moore



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