Love And Honor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB D EFGABB BBHIBCBACJBBKLMCACNC HALCOAPBCKBBBQCKRBCC BKCHCSCCBATULVCCCWXK XBCABYBZCA2CCXKBBCAC CB2T CBCC2NA2BD2CBWCACCCC XHKBAE2BCCBCE2CXOF2C CCG2CWH2BAKCBCBCBACA BOI2BC2BA2CCJ2AK2CL2 ABCBBBCC2CAID2BIM2AB WSed neque Medorum silvae ditissima terra | A |
Nec pulcher Ganges atque auro turbidus Haemus | B |
Laudibus Angligenum certent non Bactra nec Indi | C |
Totaque thuriferis Panchaia pinguis arenis | B |
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Imitation | D |
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Yet let not Median woods abundant track | E |
Nor Ganges fair nor Haemus miser like | F |
Proud of his hoarded gold presume to vie | G |
With Britain's boast and praise nor Persian Bactra | A |
Nor India's coasts nor all Panchaia's sands | B |
Rich and exulting in their lofty towers | B |
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Let the green olive glad Hesperian shores | B |
Her tawny citron and her orange groves | B |
These let Iberia boast but if in vain | H |
To win the stranger plant's diffusive smile | I |
The Briton labours yet our native minds | B |
Our constant bosoms these the dazzled world | C |
May view with envy these Iberian dames | B |
Survey with fix'd esteem and fond desire | A |
Hapless Elvira thy disastrous fate | C |
May well this truth explain nor ill adorn | J |
The British lyre then chiefly if the Muse | B |
Nor vain nor partial from the simple guise | B |
Of ancient record catch the pensive lay | K |
And in less grovelling accents give to Fame | L |
Elvira loveliest maid the Iberian realm | M |
Could boast no purer breast no sprightlier mind | C |
No race more splendent and no form so fair | A |
Such was the chance of war this peerless maid | C |
In life's luxuriant bloom enrich'd the spoil | N |
Of British victors victory's noblest pride | C |
She she alone amid the wailful train | H |
Of captive maids assign'd to Henry's care | A |
Lord of her life her fortune and her fame | L |
He generous youth with no penurious hand | C |
The tedious moments that unjoyous roll | O |
Where Freedom's cheerful radiance shines no more | A |
Essay'd to soften conscious of the pang | P |
That Beauty feels to waste its fleeting hours | B |
In some dim fort by foreign rule restrain'd | C |
Far from the haunts of men or eye of day | K |
Sometimes to cheat her bosom of its cares | B |
Her kind protector number'd o'er the toils | B |
Himself had worn the frowns of angry seas | B |
Or hostile rage or faithless friend more fell | Q |
Than storm or foe if haply she might find | C |
Her cares diminish'd fruitless fond essay | K |
Now to her lovely hand with modest awe | R |
The tender lute he gave she not averse | B |
Nor destitute of skill with willing hand | C |
Call'd forth angelic strains the sacred debt | C |
Of gratitude she said whose just commands | B |
Still might her hand with equal pride obey | K |
Nor to the melting sounds the nymph refused | C |
Her vocal art harmonious as the strain | H |
Of some imprison'd lark who daily cheer'd | C |
By guardian cares repays them with a song | S |
Nor droops nor deems sweet liberty resign'd | C |
The song not artless had she framed to paint | C |
Disastrous passion how by tyrant laws | B |
Of idiot custom sway'd some soft eyed fair | A |
Loved only one nor dared that love reveal | T |
How the soft anguish banish'd from her cheek | U |
The damask rose full blown a fever came | L |
And from her bosom forced the plaintive tale | V |
Then swift as light he sought the love lorn maid | C |
But vainly sought her torn by swifter fate | C |
To join the tenants of the myrtle shade | C |
Love's mournful victims on the plains below | W |
Sometimes as Fancy spoke the pleasing task | X |
She taught her artful needle to display | K |
The various pride of spring then swift upsprung | X |
Thickets of myrtle eglantine and rose | B |
There might you see on gentle toils intent | C |
A train of busy Loves some pluck the flower | A |
Some twine the garland some with grave grimace | B |
Around a vacant warrior cast the wreath | Y |
'Twas paint 'twas life and sure to piercing eyes | B |
The warrior's face depictured Henry's mien | Z |
Now had the generous chief with joy perused | C |
The royal scroll which to their native home | A2 |
Their ancient rights uninjured unredeem'd | C |
Restored the captives Forth with rapid haste | C |
To glad his fair Elvira's ear he sprung | X |
Fired by the bliss he panted to convey | K |
But fired in vain Ah what was his amaze | B |
His fond distress when o'er her pallid face | B |
Dejection reign'd and from her lifeless hand | C |
Down dropt the myrtle's fair unfinish'd flower | A |
Speechless she stood at length with accents faint | C |
'Well may my native shore ' she said 'resound | C |
Thy monarch's praise and here Elvira prove | B2 |
Of thine forgetful flowers shall cease to feel | T |
The fostering breeze and Nature change her laws ' | - |
And now the grateful edict wide alarm'd | C |
The British host Around the smiling youths | B |
Call'd to their native scenes with willing haste | C |
Their fleet unmoor impatient of the love | C2 |
That weds each bosom to its native soil | N |
The patriot passion strong in every clime | A2 |
How justly theirs who find no foreign sweets | B |
To dissipate their loves or match their own | D2 |
Not so Elvira she disastrous maid | C |
Was doubly captive power nor chance could loose | B |
The subtle bands she loved her generous foe | W |
She where her Henry dwelt her Henry smiled | C |
Could term her native shore her native shore | A |
By him deserted some unfriendly strand | C |
Strange bleak forlorn a desert waste and wild | C |
The fleet careen'd the wind propitious fill'd | C |
The swelling sails the glittering transports waved | C |
Their pennants gay and halcyons' azure wing | X |
With flight auspicious skimm'd the placid main | H |
On her lone couch in tears Elvira lay | K |
And chid the officious wind the tempting sea | B |
And wish'd a storm as merciless as tore | A |
Her labouring bosom Fondly now she strove | E2 |
To banish passion now the vassal days | B |
The captive moments that so smoothly past | C |
By many an art recall'd now from her lute | C |
With trembling fingers call'd the favourite sounds | B |
Which Henry deign'd to praise and now essay'd | C |
With mimic chains of silken fillets wove | E2 |
To paint her captive state if any fraud | C |
Might to her love the pleasing scenes prolong | X |
And with the dear idea feast the soul | O |
But now the chief return'd prepared to launch | F2 |
On Ocean's willing breast and bid adieu | C |
To his fair prisoner She soon as she heard | C |
His hated errand now no more conceal'd | C |
The raging flame but with a spreading blush | G2 |
And rising sigh the latent pang disclosed | C |
'Yes generous youth I see thy bosom glow | W |
With virtuous transport that the task is thine | H2 |
To solve my chains and to my weeping friends | B |
And every longing relative restore | A |
A soft eyed maid a mild offenceless prey | K |
But know my Soldier never youthful mind | C |
Torn from the lavish joys of wild expense | B |
By him he loathed and in a dungeon bound | C |
To languish out his bloom could match the pains | B |
This ill starr'd freedom gives my tortured mind | C |
'What call I freedom is it that these limbs | B |
From rigid bolts secure may wander far | A |
From him I love Alas ere I may boast | C |
That sacred blessing some superior power | A |
To mortal kings to sublunary thrones | B |
Must loose my passion must unchain my soul | O |
Even that I loathe all liberty I loathe | I2 |
But most the joyless privilege to gaze | B |
With cold indifference where desert is love | C2 |
'True I was born an alien to those eyes | B |
I ask alone to please my fortune's crime | A2 |
And ah this flatter'd form by dress endear'd | C |
To Spanish eyes by dress may thine offend | C |
Whilst I ill fated maid ordain'd to strive | J2 |
With custom's load beneath its weight expire | A |
'Yet Henry's beauties knew in foreign garb | K2 |
To vanquish me his form howe'er disguised | C |
To me were fatal no fantastic robe | L2 |
That e'er Caprice invented Custom wore | A |
Or Folly smiled on could eclipse thy charms | B |
'Perhaps by birth decreed by Fortune placed | C |
Thy country's foe Elvira's warmest plea | B |
Seems but the subtler accent fraud inspires | B |
My tenderest glances but the specious flowers | B |
That shade the viper while she plots her wound | C |
And can the trembling candidate of love | C2 |
Awake thy fears and can a female breast | C |
By ties of grateful duty bound ensnare | A |
Is there no brighter mien no softer smile | I |
For love to wear to dark Deceit unknown | D2 |
Heaven search my soul and if through all its cells | B |
Lurk the pernicious drop of poisonous guile | I |
Full on my fenceless head its viall'd wrath | M2 |
May Fate exhaust and for my happiest hour | A |
Exalt the vengeance I prepare for thee | B |
'Ah me nor Henry's no | W |
William Shenstone
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