Elegy Vi. Anno Aetates Undevigesimo.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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As yet a stranger to the gentle firesA
That Amathusia's smiling Queen inspiresB
Not seldom I derided Cupid's dartsC
And scorn'd his claim to rule all human heartsC
Go child I said transfix the tim'rous doveD
An easy conquest suits an infant LoveD
Enslave the sparrow for such prize shall beE
Sufficient triumph to a Chief like theeE
Why aim thy idle arms at human kindF
Thy shafts prevail not 'gainst the noble mindF
The Cyprian heard and kindling into ireG
None kindles sooner burn'd with double fireH
It was the Spring and newly risen dayI
Peep'd o'er the hamlets on the First of MayI
My eyes too tender for the blaze of lightJ
Still sought the shelter of retiring nightJ
When Love approach'd in painted plumes arrayedK
Th'insidious god his rattling darts betray'dK
Nor less his infant features and the slyL
Sweet intimations of his threat'ning eyeL
Such the Sigeian boy is seen aboveD
Filling the goblet for imperial JoveD
Such he on whom the nymphs bestow'd their charmsM
Hylas who perish'd in a Naiad's armsM
Angry he seem'd yet graceful in his ireG
And added threats not destitute of fireH
My power he said by others pain aloneN
'Twere best to learn now learn it by thy ownN
With those who feel my power that pow'r attestO
And in thy anguish be my sway confestO
I vanquish'd Phoebus though returning vainP
From his new triumph o'er the Python slainP
And when he thinks on Daphne even HeE
Will yield the prize of archery to meE
A dart less true the Parthian horseman spedO
Behind him kill'd and conquer'd as he fledO
Less true th'expert Cydonian and less trueQ
The youth whose shaft his latent Procris slewQ
Vanquish'd by me see huge Orion bendO
By me Alcides and Alcides's friendO
At me should Jove himself a bolt designR
His bosom first should bleed transfix'd by mineR
But all thy doubts this shaft will best explainP
Nor shall it teach thee with a trivial painP
Thy Muse vain youth shall not thy peace ensureS
Nor Phoebus' serpent yield thy wound a cureS
He spoke and waving a bright shaft in airT
Sought the warm bosom of the Cyprian fairT
That thus a child should bluster in my earU
Provok'd my laughter more than mov'd my fearV
I shun'd not therefore public haunts but stray'dO
Careless in city or suburban shadeO
And passing and repassing nymphs that mov'dO
With grace divine beheld where'er I rov'dO
Bright shone the vernal day with double blazeW
As beauty gave new force to Phoebus' raysW
By no grave scruples check'd I freely eyedO
The dang'rous show rash youth my only guideO
And many a look of many a Fair unknownN
Met full unable to control my ownN
But one I mark'd then peace forsook my breastO
One Oh how far superior to the restO
What lovely features Such the Cyprian QueenX
Herself might wish and Juno wish her mienX
The very nymph was she whom when I dar'dO
His arrows Love had even then prepar'dO
Nor was himself remote nor unsuppliedO
With torch well trimm'd and quiver at his sideO
Now to her lips he clung her eye lids nowY
Then settled on her cheeks or on her browY
And with a thousand wounds from ev'ry partO
Pierced and transpierced my undefended heartO
A fever new to me of fierce desireH
Now seiz'd my soul and I was all on fireH
But she the while whom only I adoreZ
Was gone and vanish'd to appear no moreZ
In silent sadness I pursue my wayI
I pause I turn proceed yet wish to stayI
And while I follow her in thought bemoanN
With tears my soul's delight so quickly flownN
When Jove had hurl'd him to the Lemnian coastO
So Vulcan sorrow'd for Olympus lostO
And so Oeclides sinking into nightO
From the deep gulph look'd up to distant lightO
Wretch that I am what hopes for me remainP
Who cannot cease to love yet love in vainP
Oh could I once once more behold the FairT
Speak to her tell her of the pangs I bearT
Perhaps she is not adamant would showA2
Perhaps some pity at my tale of woeA2
Oh inauspicious flame 'tis mine to proveD
A matchless instance of disastrous loveD
Ah spare me gentle Pow'r If such thou beE
Let not thy deeds and nature disagreeE
Now I revere thy fires thy bow thy dartsC
Now own thee sov'reign of all human heartsC
Spare me and I will worship at no shrineR
With vow and sacrifice save only thineR
Remove no grant me still this raging woeA2
Sweet is the wretchedness that lovers knowA2
But pierce hereafter should I chance to seeE
One destined mine at once both her and meE
B2
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Such were the trophies that in earlier daysW
By vanity seduced I toil'd to raiseW
Studious yet indolent and urg'd by youthC2
That worst of teachers from the ways of TruthC2
Till learning taught me in his shady bow'rD2
To quit love's servile yoke and spurn his pow'rD2
Then on a sudden the fierce flame supprestO
A frost continual settled on my breastO
Whence Cupid fears his flames extinct to seeE
And Venus dreads a Diomede in meE

William Cowper



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