An Essay On The Different Stiles Of Poetry Poem Rhyme Scheme

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To Henry Lord Viscount Bolingbroke	A
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I hate the Vulgar with untuneful Mind	B
Hearts uninspir'd and Senses unrefin'd	B
Hence ye Prophane I raise the sounding String	A
And Bolingbroke descends to hear me sing	A
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When Greece cou'd Truth in Mystick Fable shroud	C
And with Delight instruct the list'ning Crowd	C
An ancient Poet Time has lost his Name	D
Deliver'd Strains on Verse to future Fame	D
Still as he sung he touch'd the trembling Lyre	E
And felt the Notes a rising Warmth inspire	E
Ye sweet'ning Graces in the Musick Throng	A
Assist my Genius and retrieve the Song	A
From dark Oblivion See my Genius goes	F
To call it forth 'Twas thus the Poem rose	F
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Wit is the Muses Horse and bears on high	G
The daring Rider to the Muses Sky	G
Who while his strength to mount aloft he tries	H
By Regions varying in their Nature flies	H
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At first he riseth o'er a Land of Toil	I
A barren hard and undeserving Soil	I
Where only Weeds from heavy Labour grow	J
Which yet the Nation prune and keep for show	J
Where Couplets jingling on their Accent run	K
Whose point of Epigram is sunk to Pun	K
Where Wings by Fancy never feather'd fly	G
Where Lines by measure form'd in Hatchets lie	G
Where Altars stand erected Porches gape	L
And Sense is cramp'd while Words are par'd to shape	L
Where mean Acrosticks labour'd in a Frame	D
On scatter'd Letters raise a painful Scheme	M
And by Confinement in their Work controul	G
The great Enlargings of the boundless Soul	G
Where if a Warriour's elevated Fire	N
Wou'd all the brightest Strokes of Verse require	N
Then streight in Anagram a wretched Crew	O
Will pay their undeserving Praises too	O
While on the rack his poor disjointed Name	D
Must tell its Master's Character to Fame	D
And if my Fire and Fears aright presage	P
The lab'ring Writers of a future Age	Q
Shall clear new ground and Grotts and Caves repair	R
To civilize the babbling Ecchoes there	R
Then while a Lover treads a lonely Walk	A
His Voice shall with its own Reflection talk	A
The closing Sounds of all the vain Device	S
Select by trouble frivolously nice	S
Resound through Verse and with a false Pretence	S
Support the Dialogue and pass for Sense	S
Can things like these to lasting Praise pretend	T
Can any Muse the worthless Toil befriend	T
Ye sacred Virgins in my Thoughts ador'd	U
Ah be for ever in my Lines deplor'd	U
If Tricks on Words acquire an endless Name	D
And Trifles merit in the Court of Fame	D
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'At this the Poet stood concern'd a while	G
'And view'd his Objects with a scornful Smile	G
'Then other Images of diff'rent kind	B
'With diff'rent Workings enter'd on his Mind	B
'At whose Approach he felt the former gone	V
'And shiver'd in Conceit and thus went on	W
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By a cold Region next the Rider goes	S
Where all lies cover'd in eternal Snows	S
Where no bright Genius drives the Chariot high	G
To glitter on the Ground and gild the Sky	G
Bleak level Realm where Frigid Stiles abound	X
Where never yet a daring Thought was found	X
But counted Feet is Poetry defin'd	B
And starv'd Conceits that chill the Reader's Mind	B
A little Sense in many Words imply	G
And drag with loit'ring numbers slowly by	G
Here dry sententious Speeches half asleep	Y
Prolong'd in Lines o'er many Pages creep	Y
Nor ever shew the Passions well exprest	B
Nor raise like Passions in another's Breast	B
Here flat Narrations fair Exploits debase	S
In Measures void of ev'ry shining Grace	S
Which never arm their Hero for the Field	B
Nor with Prophetick Story paint the Shield	B
Nor fix the Crest or make the Feathers wave	Z
Or with their Characters reward the Brave	Z
Undeck'd they stand and unadorn'd with Praise	S
And fail to profit while they fail to please	S
Here forc'd Description is so strangely wrought	B
It never stamps its Image on the Thought	B
The liveless Trees may stand for ever bare	R
And Rivers stop for ought the Readers care	R
They see no Branches trembling in the Woods	S
Nor hear the Murmurs of encreasing Floods	S
Which near the Roots with ruffled Waters flow	G
And shake the shadows of the Boughs below	G
Ah sacred Verse replete with heav'nly Flame	D
Such cold Endeavours wou'd invade thy Name	D
The Writer fondly wou'd in these survive	A2
Which wanting Spirit never seem'd alive	A2
But if Applause or Fame attend his Pen	B2
Let breathless Statues pass for breathing Men	B2
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'Here seem'd the Singer touch'd at what he sung	A
'And Grief a while delay'd his Hand and Tongue	A
'But soon he check'd his Fingers chose a Strain	C2
'And flourish'd shrill and thus arose again	B2
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Pass the next Region which appears to show	G
'Tis very open unimprov'd and low	G
No noble Flights of elevated Thought	B
No nervous strength of Sense maturely wrought	B
Possess this Realm but common Turns are there	R
Which idely sportive move with childish Air	R
On callow Wings and like a Plague of Flies	S
The little Fancies in a Poem rise	S
The jaded Reader ev'ry where to strike	A
And move his Passions ev'ry where alike	A
There all the graceful Nymphs are forc'd to play	G
Where any Water bubbles in the way	G
There shaggy Satyrs are oblig'd to rove	D2
In all the Fields and over all the Grove	D2
There ev'ry Star is summon'd from its Sphear	R
To dress one Face and make Clorinda fair	R
There Cupids fling their Darts in ev'ry Song	A
While Nature stands neglected all along	A
Till the teiz'd Hearer vex'd at last to find	B
One constant Object still assault the Mind	B
Admires no more at what's no longer new	O
And hastes to shun the persecuting View	O
There bright Surprizes of Poetick Rage	Q
Whose Strength and Beauty more confirm'd in Age	Q
For having lasted last the longer still	G
By weak Attempts are imitated ill	G
Or carry'd on beyond their proper Light	B
Or with Refinement flourish'd out of sight	B
There Metaphors on Metaphors abound	B
And Sense by differing Images confound	B
Strange injudicious Management of Thought	B
Not born to Rage nor into Method brought	B
Ah sacred Muse from such a Realm retreat	B
Nor idly waste the Infl'ence of thy Heat	B
On shallow Soils where quick Productions rise	S
And wither as the Warmth that rais'd them dies	S
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'Here o'er his Breast a sort of Pity roll'd	B
'Which something lab'ring in the Mind controul'd	B
'And made him touch the loud resounding Strings	S
'While thus with Musick's stronger Tones he sings	S
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Mount higher still still keep thy faithful Seat	B
Mind the firm Reins and curb thy Courser's Heat	B
Nor let him touch the Realms that next appear	R
Whose hanging Turrets seem a Fall to fear	R
And strangely stand along the Tracts of Air	R
Where Thunder rolls and bearded Comets glare	R
The Thoughts that most extravagantly soar	R
The Words that sound as if they meant to roar	R
For Rant and Noise are offer'd here to Choice	S
And stand elected by the Publick Voice	S
All Schemes are slighted which attempt to shine	E2
At once with strange and probable Design	E2
'Tis here a mean Conceit a vulgar View	O
That bears the least Respect to seeming true	O
While ev'ry trifling turn of things is seen	F2
To move by Gods descending in Machine	F2
Here swelling Lines with stalking Strut proceed	B
And in the Clouds terrifick Rumblings breed	B
Here single Heroes deal grim Deaths around	B
And Armies perish in tremendous Sound	B
Here fearful Monsters are preserv'd to die	B
In such a Tumult as affrights the Sky	B
For which the Golden Sun shall hide with dread	B
And Neptune lift his sedgy matted Head	B
Admire the Roar and dive with dire Dismay	G
And seek his deepest Chambers in the Sea	S
To raise their Subject thus the Lines devise	S
And false Extravagance wou'd fain surprize	S
Yet still ye Gods ye live untouch'd by Fear	R
And undisturb'd at bellowing Monsters here	R
But with Compassion guard the Brain of Men	B2
If thus they bellow through the Poet's Pen	B2
So will the Readers Eyes discern aright	B
The rashest Sally from the noblest Flight	B
And find that only Boast and Sound agree	S
To seem the Life and Voice of Majesty	S
When writers rampant on Apollo call	G
And bid him enter and possess them all	G
And make his F	G2

Thomas Parnell

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