To .... .... Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB AAAA AAAA ACAC DEDE AFAF GAGA

Never mind how the pedagogue prosesA
You want not antiquity's stampB
A lip that such fragrance disclosesA
Oh never should smell of the lampB
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Old Cloe whose withering kissA
Hath long set the Loves at defianceA
Now done with the science of blissA
May take to the blisses of scienceA
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But for you to be buried in booksA
Ah Fanny they're pitiful sagesA
Who could not in one of your looksA
Read more than in millions of pagesA
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Astronomy finds in those eyesA
Better light than she studies aboveC
And Music would borrow your sighsA
As the melody fittest for LoveC
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Your Arithmetic only can tripD
If to count your own charms you endeavorE
And Eloquence glows on your lipD
When you swear that you'll love me for everE
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Thus you see what a brilliant allianceA
Of arts is assembled in youF
A course of more exquisite scienceA
Man never need wish to pursueF
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And oh if a Fellow like meG
May confer a diploma of heartsA
With my lip thus I seal your degreeG
My divine little Mistress of ArtsA

Thomas Moore



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