Colemira. A Culinary Eclogue Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Nec tantum Veneris quantum studiosa culinae	A
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Imitation	A
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Insensible of soft desire	B
Behold Colemira prove	C
More partial to the kitchen fire	B
Than to the fire of Love	D
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Night's sable clouds had half the globe o'erspread	E
And silence reign'd and folks were gone to bed	E
When love which gentle sleep can ne'er inspire	F
Had seated Damon by the kitchen fire	B
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Pensive he lay extended on the ground	E
The little Lares kept their vigils round	E
The fawning cats compassionate his case	G
And purr around and gently lick his face	G
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To all his plaints the sleeping curs reply	H
And with hoarse snorings imitate a sigh	H
Such gloomy scenes with lovers' minds agree	I
And solitude to them is best society	I
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'Could I ' he cried 'express how bright a grace	G
Adorns thy morning hands and well wash'd face	G
Thou wouldst Colemira grant what I implore	J
And yield me love or wash thy face no more	J
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'Ah who can see and seeing not admire	F
Whene'er she sets the pot upon the fire	B
Her hands outshine the fire and redder things	K
Her eyes are blacker than the pot she brings	K
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'But sure no chamber damsel can compare	L
When in meridian lustre shines my fair	L
When warm'd with dinner's toil in pearly rills	K
Adown her goodly cheeks the sweat distils	K
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'Oh how I long how ardently desire	B
To view those rosy fingers strike the lyre	F
For late when bees to change their climes began	A
How did I see them thrum the frying pan	A
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'With her I should not envy George his queen	A
Though she in royal grandeur deck'd be seen	A
Whilst rags just sever'd from my fair one's gown	A
In russet pomp and greasy pride hang down	A
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'Ah how it does my drooping heart rejoice	K
When in the hall I hear thy mellow voice	K
How would that voice exceed the village bell	M
Wouldst thou but sing 'I like thee passing well '	-
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'When from the hearth she bade the pointers go	N
How soft how easy did her accents flow	N
'Get out ' she cried 'when strangers come to sup	O
One ne'er can raise those snoring devils up '	-
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'Then full of wrath she kick'd each lazy brute	E
Alas I envied even that salute	E
'Twas sure misplaced Shock said or seem'd to say	K
He had as lief I had the kick as they	K
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'If she the mystic bellows take in hand	E
Who like the fair can that machine command	E
O mayst thou ne'er by olus be seen	A
For he would sure demand thee for his queen	A
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'But should the flame this rougher aid refuse	K
And only gentler medicines be of use	K
With full blown cheeks she ends the doubtful strife	P
Foments the infant flame and puffs it into life	P
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'Such arts as these exalt the drooping fire	B
But in my breast a fiercer flame inspire	F
I burn I burn O give thy puffing o'er	B
And swell thy cheeks and pout thy lips no more	J
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With all her haughty looks the time I've seen	A
When this proud damsel has more humble been	A
When with nice airs she hoist the pancake round	E
And dropt it hapless fair upon the ground	E
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'Look with what charming grace what winning tricks	K
The artful charmer rubs the candlesticks	K
So bright she makes the candlesticks she handles	K
Oft have I said there were no need of candles	K
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But thou my fair who never wouldst approve	C
Or hear the tender story of my love	D
Or mind how burns my raging breast a button	A
Perhaps art dreaming of a breast of mutton '	-
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Thus said and wept the sad desponding swain	A
Revealing to the sable walls his pain	A
But nymphs are free with those they should deny	H
To those they love more exquisitely coy	Q
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Now chirping crickets raise their tinkling voice	K
The lambent flames in languid streams arise	K
And smoke in azure folds evaporates and dies	K

William Shenstone

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