To Her Royal Highness, The Princess Of *** Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGBB HHII AAJJ KKLL MMLL NNOO PPEE QQRS| Abeauteous princess often may | A |
| Languish in pleasure's season gay | A |
| The empty forms of haughty state | B |
| Oft make life tedious to the great | B |
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| It must the greatest king confound | C |
| With all his courtiers circled round | C |
| Amidst a splendid court to find | D |
| That grandeur can't give peace of mind | D |
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| Some think that play can give delight | E |
| But soon it grows insipid quite | E |
| And monarchs have been often seen | F |
| While gaming tortured with the spleen | F |
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| A king oft feasts with heavy heart | G |
| Pleasures to him no joy impart | G |
| While the dull vulgar contemplate | B |
| Like gazing idiots pomp and state | B |
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| And fondly think who is possessed | H |
| Of them with bliss supreme is blessed | H |
| Soon as the sun's refulgent rays | I |
| Spread o'er the hemisphere their blaze | I |
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| The king begins another day | A |
| Yet knows not where to take his way | A |
| Tired of himself he straight repairs | J |
| To company to soothe his cares | J |
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| But pleasure flies from his embrace | K |
| It rises not from change of place | K |
| This day's insipid as the last | L |
| At night he knows not how it passed | L |
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| Time's loss is not to be repaired | M |
| Life's to an instant well compared | M |
| What when life posts away so fast | L |
| Can days appear so long at last | L |
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| Princess whose worth above thy age | N |
| All hearts at two courts can engage | N |
| You usefully that time employ | O |
| By youth consumed in rapid joy | O |
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| The genius given by heaven benign | P |
| You strive to polish and refine | P |
| By studies which at once unite | E |
| Instructions solid with delight | E |
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| 'Tis best the mind should be employed | Q |
| Indolence leaves a craving void | Q |
| The soul is like a subtle fire | R |
| Which if not fed must soon expire | S |
Voltaire
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