Muse's Triumph, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAADDAA EEAAFFGGHIJ KKAAJJLLMMNN DDAAOOAAMMKA PQRR

What adverse passions rule my changeful breastA
With hope exalted or by fear deprestA
Now by the Muse inspired I snatch the lyreB
And proudly to poetic fame aspireB
Now dies the sacred flame my pride declinesC
And diffidence the immortal wreath resignsC
Friends void of taste warm advocates for tradeA
With shafts of ridicule my peace invadeA
'A Poet ' thus they sneeringly exclaimD
'Well may you court that glorious envied nameD
For sure no common joys his lot attendA
None but himself those joys can comprehendA
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O superhuman bliss employ sublimeE
To scribble fiction and to jingle rhymeE
Caged in some muse behaunted Grub street garretA
To prate his feeders' promptings like a parrotA
And what though want and scorn his life assailF
What though he rave in Bedlam starve in jailF
Such trifling ills the Bard may well despiseG
Sure of immortal honour when he diesG
But seriously the advice of friendship hearH
Stop short in your poetical careerI
O quell the frenzies of your fever'd brainJ
And turn at Wisdom's call to trade and gain '-
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Absorb'd in passive sadness I complyK
Turn from the Muse my disenchanted eyeK
And deign to study as my friends persuadeA
The little money getting arts of tradeA
But soon the Goddess fired with high disdainJ
To see me woo the yellow strumpet GainJ
Resuming all her beauty all her powerL
Returns to triumph in the vacant hourL
Weakly reluctant on her charms I gazeM
Trembling I feel her fascinating laysM
Roused from ignoble dreams my wondering soulN
Springs to the well known bliss regardless of controlN
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Say then ye blind profane who dare to blameD
The heaven born Poet and his thirst of fameD
Ye slaves of Mammon whose low minds beholdA
No fair no great no good in aught but goldA
Say will the Captive of tyrannic swayO
Restored to genial air and boundless dayO
Turn to his dungeon's suffocating nightA
Will the proud Eagle who with daring flightA
Sublimely soars against the solar blazeM
And eyes the inspiring God with raptured gazeM
Stoop from his native kingdom in the skyK
To share the breathings of mortalityA
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How then can he whose breast the Muse inspiresP
Restrain his soul or quench those hallow'd firesQ
How can he quit the world of mental blissR
For all the riches miseries of thisR

Thomas Oldham



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