Love And Honor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Sed neque Medorum silvae ditissima terraA
Nec pulcher Ganges atque auro turbidus HaemusB
Laudibus Angligenum certent non Bactra nec IndiC
Totaque thuriferis Panchaia pinguis arenisB
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ImitationD
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Yet let not Median woods abundant trackE
Nor Ganges fair nor Haemus miser likeF
Proud of his hoarded gold presume to vieG
With Britain's boast and praise nor Persian BactraA
Nor India's coasts nor all Panchaia's sandsB
Rich and exulting in their lofty towersB
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Let the green olive glad Hesperian shoresB
Her tawny citron and her orange grovesB
These let Iberia boast but if in vainH
To win the stranger plant's diffusive smileI
The Briton labours yet our native mindsB
Our constant bosoms these the dazzled worldC
May view with envy these Iberian damesB
Survey with fix'd esteem and fond desireA
Hapless Elvira thy disastrous fateC
May well this truth explain nor ill adornJ
The British lyre then chiefly if the MuseB
Nor vain nor partial from the simple guiseB
Of ancient record catch the pensive layK
And in less grovelling accents give to FameL
Elvira loveliest maid the Iberian realmM
Could boast no purer breast no sprightlier mindC
No race more splendent and no form so fairA
Such was the chance of war this peerless maidC
In life's luxuriant bloom enrich'd the spoilN
Of British victors victory's noblest prideC
She she alone amid the wailful trainH
Of captive maids assign'd to Henry's careA
Lord of her life her fortune and her fameL
He generous youth with no penurious handC
The tedious moments that unjoyous rollO
Where Freedom's cheerful radiance shines no moreA
Essay'd to soften conscious of the pangP
That Beauty feels to waste its fleeting hoursB
In some dim fort by foreign rule restrain'dC
Far from the haunts of men or eye of dayK
Sometimes to cheat her bosom of its caresB
Her kind protector number'd o'er the toilsB
Himself had worn the frowns of angry seasB
Or hostile rage or faithless friend more fellQ
Than storm or foe if haply she might findC
Her cares diminish'd fruitless fond essayK
Now to her lovely hand with modest aweR
The tender lute he gave she not averseB
Nor destitute of skill with willing handC
Call'd forth angelic strains the sacred debtC
Of gratitude she said whose just commandsB
Still might her hand with equal pride obeyK
Nor to the melting sounds the nymph refusedC
Her vocal art harmonious as the strainH
Of some imprison'd lark who daily cheer'dC
By guardian cares repays them with a songS
Nor droops nor deems sweet liberty resign'dC
The song not artless had she framed to paintC
Disastrous passion how by tyrant lawsB
Of idiot custom sway'd some soft eyed fairA
Loved only one nor dared that love revealT
How the soft anguish banish'd from her cheekU
The damask rose full blown a fever cameL
And from her bosom forced the plaintive taleV
Then swift as light he sought the love lorn maidC
But vainly sought her torn by swifter fateC
To join the tenants of the myrtle shadeC
Love's mournful victims on the plains belowW
Sometimes as Fancy spoke the pleasing taskX
She taught her artful needle to displayK
The various pride of spring then swift upsprungX
Thickets of myrtle eglantine and roseB
There might you see on gentle toils intentC
A train of busy Loves some pluck the flowerA
Some twine the garland some with grave grimaceB
Around a vacant warrior cast the wreathY
'Twas paint 'twas life and sure to piercing eyesB
The warrior's face depictured Henry's mienZ
Now had the generous chief with joy perusedC
The royal scroll which to their native homeA2
Their ancient rights uninjured unredeem'dC
Restored the captives Forth with rapid hasteC
To glad his fair Elvira's ear he sprungX
Fired by the bliss he panted to conveyK
But fired in vain Ah what was his amazeB
His fond distress when o'er her pallid faceB
Dejection reign'd and from her lifeless handC
Down dropt the myrtle's fair unfinish'd flowerA
Speechless she stood at length with accents faintC
'Well may my native shore ' she said 'resoundC
Thy monarch's praise and here Elvira proveB2
Of thine forgetful flowers shall cease to feelT
The fostering breeze and Nature change her laws '-
And now the grateful edict wide alarm'dC
The British host Around the smiling youthsB
Call'd to their native scenes with willing hasteC
Their fleet unmoor impatient of the loveC2
That weds each bosom to its native soilN
The patriot passion strong in every climeA2
How justly theirs who find no foreign sweetsB
To dissipate their loves or match their ownD2
Not so Elvira she disastrous maidC
Was doubly captive power nor chance could looseB
The subtle bands she loved her generous foeW
She where her Henry dwelt her Henry smiledC
Could term her native shore her native shoreA
By him deserted some unfriendly strandC
Strange bleak forlorn a desert waste and wildC
The fleet careen'd the wind propitious fill'dC
The swelling sails the glittering transports wavedC
Their pennants gay and halcyons' azure wingX
With flight auspicious skimm'd the placid mainH
On her lone couch in tears Elvira layK
And chid the officious wind the tempting seaB
And wish'd a storm as merciless as toreA
Her labouring bosom Fondly now she stroveE2
To banish passion now the vassal daysB
The captive moments that so smoothly pastC
By many an art recall'd now from her luteC
With trembling fingers call'd the favourite soundsB
Which Henry deign'd to praise and now essay'dC
With mimic chains of silken fillets woveE2
To paint her captive state if any fraudC
Might to her love the pleasing scenes prolongX
And with the dear idea feast the soulO
But now the chief return'd prepared to launchF2
On Ocean's willing breast and bid adieuC
To his fair prisoner She soon as she heardC
His hated errand now no more conceal'dC
The raging flame but with a spreading blushG2
And rising sigh the latent pang disclosedC
'Yes generous youth I see thy bosom glowW
With virtuous transport that the task is thineH2
To solve my chains and to my weeping friendsB
And every longing relative restoreA
A soft eyed maid a mild offenceless preyK
But know my Soldier never youthful mindC
Torn from the lavish joys of wild expenseB
By him he loathed and in a dungeon boundC
To languish out his bloom could match the painsB
This ill starr'd freedom gives my tortured mindC
'What call I freedom is it that these limbsB
From rigid bolts secure may wander farA
From him I love Alas ere I may boastC
That sacred blessing some superior powerA
To mortal kings to sublunary thronesB
Must loose my passion must unchain my soulO
Even that I loathe all liberty I loatheI2
But most the joyless privilege to gazeB
With cold indifference where desert is loveC2
'True I was born an alien to those eyesB
I ask alone to please my fortune's crimeA2
And ah this flatter'd form by dress endear'dC
To Spanish eyes by dress may thine offendC
Whilst I ill fated maid ordain'd to striveJ2
With custom's load beneath its weight expireA
'Yet Henry's beauties knew in foreign garbK2
To vanquish me his form howe'er disguisedC
To me were fatal no fantastic robeL2
That e'er Caprice invented Custom woreA
Or Folly smiled on could eclipse thy charmsB
'Perhaps by birth decreed by Fortune placedC
Thy country's foe Elvira's warmest pleaB
Seems but the subtler accent fraud inspiresB
My tenderest glances but the specious flowersB
That shade the viper while she plots her woundC
And can the trembling candidate of loveC2
Awake thy fears and can a female breastC
By ties of grateful duty bound ensnareA
Is there no brighter mien no softer smileI
For love to wear to dark Deceit unknownD2
Heaven search my soul and if through all its cellsB
Lurk the pernicious drop of poisonous guileI
Full on my fenceless head its viall'd wrathM2
May Fate exhaust and for my happiest hourA
Exalt the vengeance I prepare for theeB
'Ah me nor Henry's noW

William Shenstone



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