The Speeches Of Sloth And Virtue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDDEEFFGGHICCJKDDFF LLCCMMNNDDDDLLDDOODD PQRRSTOOLU VVDDWWLLXX YUZZHI A2 B2B2DD DDUYLLLLLL C2C2DDLLDDD2D2 E2E2F2F2G2AD2D2CC FFH2I2LLJ2J2K2K2 CCDCDD CCCC CCCCCCDDUpon the Plan of Xenophen's Judgment of Hercules | A |
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SLOTH | B |
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Hither dear Boy direct thy wandring Eyes | C |
'Tis here the lovely Vale of Pleasure lies | C |
Debate no more to me thy self resign | D |
Her mossy Caves her Groves and all are mine | D |
For me the Goddess opes her various Pow'r | E |
Springs in a Tree or blossoms in a Flow'r | E |
To please my Ear she breaths celestial Strains | F |
To please my Eye with Lillies strews the Plains | F |
To form my Couch in mossy Beds she grows | G |
To gratify my Smell she blooms a Rose | G |
Oft' in some Nymph the Deity I find | H |
Where in one Form the various Sweets are join'd | I |
Yield but to me a Choir of Nymphs shall rise | C |
And with the blooming Sight regale thy Eyes | C |
Their beauteous Cheeks a fairer Rose shall wear | J |
A brighter Lilly in their Necks appear | K |
Thou on their Breasts thy wearied Head recline | D |
Nor at the Swan's less pleasing Nest repine | D |
Whilst Philomel in each soft Voice complains | F |
And gently lulls thee with her dying Strains | F |
Whilst spicy Gums round each fair Bosom glow | L |
And in each Accent myrrhy Odours flow | L |
For thee with softest Art the Dome shall rise | C |
And spiring Turrets glitter thro' the Skies | C |
For thee the Robe shall glow with purple Rays | M |
The Side board sparkle and gilt Chariot blaze | M |
In brilliant Mines be other Hands employ'd | N |
So the gay Product be by thine enjoy'd | N |
For thee the Poplar shall her Amber drain | D |
For thee in clouded Beauty spring the Cane | D |
To please thy Taste shall Gallia prune the Vine | D |
To swell thy Treasures India sink the Mine | D |
For thee each Nations nicer Stores shall grow | L |
And ev'ry Wind some lovely Tribute blow | L |
Learning shall ne'er molest thy tranquil Reign | D |
Nor Science puzzle thy inactive Brain | D |
Sometimes perhaps thy Fancy take her Wing | O |
To grace a Fan or celebrate a Ring | O |
Fix various Dyes to suit each varying Mien | D |
Prescribe where Patches shou'd in Crouds be seen | D |
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Or sigh soft Strains along the vocal Grove | P |
And tell the Charms the sweet Effects of Love | Q |
Or if more specious Ease thy Care shou'd claim | R |
And thy Breast glow with faint Desire of Fame | R |
Some trivial Science shall thy Thoughts amuse | S |
And Learning's Name a solemn Sound diffuse | T |
To Thee all Nature's shelly Store I'll bring | O |
To thee the Sparklings on the Insect's Wing | O |
Pleasure in infant Forms shalt thou descry | L |
View in an Ant or hear her in a Fly | U |
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When near thy Path as oft as Spring appears | V |
The sportive Goddess buzzes round thy Ears | V |
Now in some Pebble's curious Vein is seen | D |
Or on some Leaf bestows unusual Green | D |
Then Sleep shall wrap thee in her downy Arms | W |
And round thy weary'd Head diffuse her Charms | W |
Lest growing Pride thy peaceful Schemes o'erthrow | L |
And Thought succeed my most destructive Foe | L |
The watry Nymphs shall tune the tinkling Vales | X |
And gentle Zephyrs harmonize their Gales | X |
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For thy repose instruct with Rival Joy | Y |
Their Streams to murmur and their Winds to sigh | U |
Thus shalt thou spend the sweetly flowing Day | Z |
Till lost in Bliss thou breath thy Soul away | Z |
How easy a Transition should'st thou find | H |
Were to thy Fate Annihilation join'd | I |
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VIRTUE | A2 |
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Fly fly fond Youth the too indulgent Maid | B2 |
Nor err by such fantastick Scenes betray'd | B2 |
Tho' in my Path the prickly Thorn be seen | D |
And the waste Turf produce a fainter Green | D |
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Tho' no gay Rose or purple Product shine | D |
The rugged Surface still conceals the Mine | D |
And each unsightly Object can supply | U |
More lasting Pleasure more substantial Joy | Y |
But shou'd those airy glittr'ing Toys allure | L |
Yet whence cou'd Sloth the mighty Boon procure | L |
Or whence receive or how those Gifts bestow | L |
Which I alone possess her greatest Foe | L |
I from old Ocean rob the treasur'd Store | L |
And hidden Gems thro' ev'ry Realm explore | L |
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'Twas I the rugged Brilliant first reveal'd | C2 |
By tenfold Strata in the Earth conceal'd | C2 |
'Tis I the shapeless Surface still refine | D |
And teach the rugged Brilliant how to shine | D |
Where blooms the Rose where spires the shapely Tree | L |
Where smiles the Grape without fair Industry | L |
But grant we Sloth the Scene herself has drawn | D |
The mossy Grotto and the flow'ry Lawn | D |
Let Frankincense with ev'ry Wind exhale | D2 |
And Philomela breath in ev'ry Gale | D2 |
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Let Brilliants sparkle dear Machines of Pride | E2 |
And from the Poplar flow the Amber Tide | E2 |
Let gay Pomona quitting all around | F2 |
For choicest Fruits select the hallow'd Ground | F2 |
To tread the favour'd Soil shou'd Virtue cease | G2 |
Nor mossy Grotts nor flow'ry Lawns cou'd please | A |
Nor ought Pomona's luscious Gifts avail | D2 |
The Sound harmonious or the spicy Gale | D2 |
See'st thou those Rocks in dreadful Pomp arise | C |
And barren Cliffs that sweep the vaulted Skies | C |
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Those Fields whence Phoebus all their Moisture drains | F |
And too profusely kind disrobes the Plains | F |
When I vouchsafe to tread the lonely Soil | H2 |
Those Rocks seem lovely and those Desarts smile | I2 |
Oft' on those pathless Wilds as I appear | L |
With Converse sweet his lonely Steps to chear | L |
Those Cliffs the Exile has with Pleasure view'd | J2 |
And call'd that Desart Blissful Solitude | J2 |
Known by its airy Height and tow'ring Spires | K2 |
Behind that Scene Fame's lofty Dome retires | K2 |
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Steep the Ascent by which to Fame we rise | C |
Yet equal to the Labour is the Prize | C |
From thence you gain an earthly Crown | D |
From thence you reach the Skies | C |
Far far below the downy Throne is seen | D |
That lulls to Rest Ignavia's softer Queen | D |
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Thence to Fame's Turrets oft' She lifts her Eyes | C |
Desirous still still impotent to rise | C |
Oft' when resolv'd to gain those shining Tow'rs | C |
The pensive Queen the dire Ascent explores | C |
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Comes onward wafted by the gummy Trees | C |
Some Sylvan Musick or some scented Breeze | C |
She turns her Head her own gay Realm she spies | C |
And all the airy Resolution dies | C |
Thus still in vain these gilded Visions please | C |
The Wretch of Glory whilst the Slave of Ease | C |
Doom'd ever in ignoble State to pine | D |
Boast her own Scenes and languish after mine | D |
William Shenstone
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