The Judgement Of Hercules Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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While blooming Spring descends from genial skiesA
By whose mild influence instant wonders riseA
From whose soft breath Elysian beauties flowB
The sweets of Hagley or the pride of StoweB
Will Lyttleton the rural landscape rangeC
Leave noisy fame and not regret the changeC
Pleased will he tread the garden's early scenesD
And learn a moral from the rising greensD
There warm'd alike by Sol's enlivening powerE
The weed aspiring emulates the flowerE
The drooping flower its fairer charms display'dF
Invites from grateful hands their generous aidF
Soon if none check'd the invasive foe's designsG
The lively lustre of these scenes declinesG
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'Tis thus the spring of youth the morn of lifeH
Rears in our minds the rival seeds of strifeH
Then passion riots reason then contendsI
And on the conquest every bliss dependsI
Life from the nice decision takes its hueJ
And blest those judges who decide like youJ
On worth like theirs shall every bliss attendK
The world their favourite and the world their friendK
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There are who blind to Thought's fatiguing rayL
As Fortune gives examples urge their wayL
Not Virtue's foes though they her paths declineM
And scarce her friends though with her friends they joinN
In hers or Vice's casual road advanceO
Thoughtless the sinners or the saints of ChanceO
Yet some more nobly scorn the vulgar voiceP
With judgment fix with zeal pursue their choiceP
When ripen'd thought when Reason born to reignQ
Checks the wild tumults of the youthful veinQ
While passion's lawless tides at their commandR
Glide through more useful tracks and bless the landR
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Happiest of these is he whose matchless mindS
By learning strengthen'd and by taste refinedS
In Virtue's cause essay'd its earliest powersT
Chose Virtue's paths and strew'd her paths with flowersT
The first alarm'd if Freedom waves her wingsU
The fittest to adorn each art she bringsU
Loved by that prince whom every virtue firesT
Praised by that bard whom every Muse inspiresV
Blest in the tuneful art the social flameW
In all that wins in all that merits fameW
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'Twas youth's perplexing stage his doubts inspiredX
When great Alcides to a grove retiredY
Through the lone windings of a devious gladeF
Resign'd to thought with lingering steps he stray'dF
Blest with a mind to taste sincerer joysZ
Arm'd with a heart each false one to despiseA
Dubious he stray'd with wavering thoughts possestF
Alternate passions struggling shared his breastF
The various arts which human cares divideF
In deep attention all his mind employ'dF
Anxious if Fame an equal bliss securedF
Or silent Ease with softer charms alluredF
The sylvan choir whose numbers sweetly flow'dF
The fount that murmur'd and the flowers that blow'dF
The silver flood that in meanders ledF
His glittering streams along the enliven'd meadF
The soothing breeze and all those beauties join'dF
Which whilst they please effeminate the mindF
In vain while distant on a summit raisedF
The imperial towers of Fame attractive blazedF
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While thus he traced through Fancy's puzzling mazeA2
The separate sweets of pleasure and of praiseA2
Sudden the wind a fragrant gale convey'dF
And a new lustre gain'd upon the shadeF
At once before his wondering eyes were seenB2
Two female forms of more than mortal mienB2
Various their charms and in their dress and faceC2
Each seem'd to vie with some peculiar graceC2
This whose attire less clogg'd with art appear'dF
The simple sweets of innocence endear'dF
Her sprightly bloom her quick sagacious eyeD2
Show'd native merit mix'd with modestyF
Her air diffused a mild yet awful rayL
Severely sweet and innocently gayL
Such the chaste image of the martial maidF
In artless folds of virgin white array'dF
She let no borrow'd rose her cheeks adornE2
Her blushing cheeks that shamed the purple mornE2
Her charms nor had nor wanted artful foilsF2
Or studied gestures or well practised smilesG2
She scorn'd the toys which render beauty lessH2
She proved the engaging chastity of dressH2
And while she chose in native charms to shineM
Even thus she seem'd nay more than seem'd divineM
One modest emerald clasp'd the robe she woreI2
And in her hand the imperial sword she boreI2
Sublime her height majestic was her paceC2
And match'd the awful honours of her faceC2
The shrubs the flowers that deck'd the verdant groundF
Seem'd where she trod with rising lustre crown'dF
Still her approach with stronger influence warm'dF
She pleased while distant but when near she charm'dF
So strikes the gazer's eye the silver gleamJ2
That glittering quivers o'er a distant streamJ2
But from its banks we see new beauties riseA
And in its crystal bosom trace the skiesA
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With other charms the rival vision glow'dF
And from her dress her tinsel beauties flow'dF
A fluttering robe her pamper'd shape conceal'dF
And seem'd to shade the charms it best reveal'dF
Its form contrived her faulty size to graceC2
Its hue to give fresh lustre to her faceC2
Her plaited hair disguised with brilliants glaredF
Her cheeks the ruby's neighbouring lustre sharedF
The gaudy topaz lent its gay suppliesA
And every gem that strikes less curious eyesA
Exposed her breast with foreign sweets perfumedF
And round her brow a roseate garland bloom'dF
Soft smiling blushing lips conceal'd her wilesG2
Yet ah the blushes artful as the smilesG2
Oft gazing on her shade the enraptured fairK2
Decreed the substance well deserved her careK2
Her thoughts to others' charms malignly blindF
Center'd in that and were to that confinedF
And if on others' eyes a glance were thrownL2
'Twas but to watch the influence of her ownL2
Much like her guardian fair Cythera's queenB2
When for her warrior she refines her mienB2
Or when to bless her Delian favourite's armsM2
The radiant fair invigorates her charmsM2
Much like her pupil Egypt's sportive dameW
Her dress expressive and her air the sameW
When her gay bark o'er silver Cydnus roll'dF
And all the emblazon'd streamers waved in goldF
Such shone the vision nor forbore to moveN2
The fond contagious airs of lawless loveO2
Each wanton eye deluding glances firedF
And amorous dimples on each cheek conspiredF
Lifeless her gait and slow with seeming painQ
She dragg'd her loitering limbs along the plainQ
Yet made some faint efforts and first approach'd the swainQ
So glaring draughts with tawdry lustre brightF
Spring to the view and rush upon the sightF
More slowly charms a Raphael's chaster airK2
Waits the calm search and pays the searcher's careK2
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Wrapp'd in a pleased suspense the youth survey'dF
The various charms of each attractive maidF
Alternate each he view'd and each admiredF
And found alternate varying flames inspiredF
Quick o'er their forms his eyes with pleasure ranP2
When she who first approach'd him first beganP2
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'Hither dear boy direct thy wandering eyesA
'Tis here the lovely Vale of Pleasure liesA
Debate no more to me thy life resignM
Each sweet which Nature can diffuse is mineM
For me the nymph diversifies her powerE
Springs in a tree or blossoms in a flowerE
To please my ear she tunes the linnet's strainsQ2
To please my eye with lilies paints the plainsQ2
To form my couch in mossy beds she growsR2
To gratify my smell perfumes the roseR2
Reveals the fair the fertile scene you seeF
And swells the vegetable world for meF
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'Let the gull'd fool the toils of war pursueJ
Where bleed the many to enrich the fewJ
Where Chance from Courage claims the boasted prizeA
Where though she give your country oft deniesA
Industrious thou shalt Cupid's wars maintainQ
And ever gently fight his soft campaignQ
His darts alone shalt wield his wounds endureS2
Yet only suffer to enjoy the cureS2
Yield but to me a choir of nymphs shall riseA
And fire thy breast and bless thy ravish'd eyesA
Their beauteous cheeks a fairer rose shall wearK2
A brighter lily on their necks appearT2
Where fondly thou thy favour'd head shalt restF
Soft as the down that swells the cygnet's nestF
While Philomel in each soft voice complainsQ2
And gently lulls thee with mellifluous strainsQ2
WhilsQ2

William Shenstone



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