Everyday Characters Iii - The Belle Of The Ball Room Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Years years ago ere yet my dreams	A
Had been of being wise and witty	B
Ere I had done wth writing themes	A
Or yawn'd o'er this infernal Chitty	B
Years years ago while all my joy	C
Was in my fowling piece and filly	B
In short while I was yet a boy	C
I fell in love with Laura Lily	B
	-
I saw her at the County Ball	D
There when the sounds of flute and fiddle	E
Gave signal sweet in that old hall	D
Of hands across and down the middle	E
Hers was the subtlest spell by far	F
Of all that set young hearts romancing	G
She was our queen our rose our star	F
And then she danced oh Heaven her dancing	G
	-
Dark was her hair her hand was white	H
Her voice was exquisitely tender	I
Her eyes were full of liquid light	H
I never saw a waist so slender	I
Her every look her every smile	J
Shot right and left a score of arrows	K
I though 'twas Venus from her isle	J
And wonder'd where she left her sparrows	K
	-
Through sunny May through sultry June	L
I loved her with a love eternal	E
I spoke her praises to the moon	L
I wrote them to the Sunday Journal	E
My mother laugh'd I soon found out	M
That ancient ladies have no feeling	G
My father frown'd but how should gout	M
See any happiness in kneeling	G
	-
She was the daughter of a dean	N
Rich fat and rather apoplectic	O
She had one brother just thriteen	N
Whose color was extremely hectic	O
Her grandmother for many a year	P
Had fed the parish with her bounty	B
Her second cousin was a peer	P
And lord lieutenant of the county	B
	-
But titles and the three per cents	Q
And mortgages and great relations	R
And India bonds and tithes and rents	Q
Oh what are they to love's sensations	R
Black eyes fair forehead clustering locks	S
Such wealth such honors Cupid chooses	T
He cares as little for the stocks	S
As Baron Rothschild for the Muses	T
	-
She sketched the vale the wood the beach	U
Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading	G
She botanized I envied each	U
Young blossom in her boudoir fading	G
She warbled H ndel it was grand	V
She made the Catalina jealous	W
She touch'd the organ I could stand	V
For hours and hours to blow the bellows	K
	-
She kept an album too at home	X
Well fill'd with all an album's glories	Y
Paintings of butterfiles and Rome	X
Patterns for trimming Persian stories	Y
Soft songs to Julia's cockatoo	Z
Fierce odes to Famine and to Slaughter	I
And autographs of Prince L boo	Z
And recipes for elder water	I
	-
And she was flatter'd worshipp'd bored	A2
Her steps were watch'd her dress was noted	B2
Her poodle dog was quite adored	A2
Her saying were extremely quoted	C2
She laugh'd and every heart was glad	D2
As if the taxes were abolish'd	E2
She frown'd and every look was sad	D2
As if the Opera were demolished	E2
	-
She smil'd on many just for fun	N
I knew that there was nothing in it	F2
I was the first the only one	N
Her heart had thought of for a minute	G2
I knew it for she told me so	H2
In phrase which was divinely moulded	G2
She wrote a charming hand and oh	H2
How sweetly all her notes were folded	G2
	-
Our love was like most other loves	I2
A little glow a little shiver	I
A rosebud and a pair of gloves	I2
And 'Fly Not Yet ' upon the river	I
Some jealousy of some one's heir	J2
Some hopes of dying broken hearted	G2
A miniature a lock of hair	J2
The usual vows and then we parted	G2
	-
We parted months and years roll'd by	K2
We met again four summers after	I
Our parting was all sob and sigh	K2
Our meeting was all mirth and laughter	I
For in my heart's most secret cell	L2
There had been many other lodgers	I2
And she was not the ball room's belle	L2
But only Mrs Something Rogers	I2

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