Everyday Characters V - Portrait Of A Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CBDBEFEF GFGFEBEB HI JEJ KLKLMNMO PFPFQFQF RFRFSTST UEUEVBVB TTTTTTTT FWFWXWXW TTTTTLTL TTTTLELE YTYTZTZT A2TA2TLFLF B2LB2LC2TC2T| IN THE EXHIBITION OP THE ROYAL | A |
| ACADEMY | B |
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| What are you Lady nought is here | C |
| To tell us of your name or story | B |
| To claim the gazer's smile or fear | D |
| To dub you Whig or damn you Tory | B |
| It is beyond a poet's skill | E |
| To form the slightest notion whether | F |
| We e'er shall walk through one quadrille | E |
| Or look upon one moon together | F |
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| You're very pretty all the world | G |
| Are talking of your bright brow's splendour | F |
| And of your locks so softly curled | G |
| And of your hands so white and slender | F |
| Some think you 're blooming in Bengal | E |
| Some say you're blowing in the city | B |
| Some know you 're nobody at all | E |
| I only feel you're very pretty | B |
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| But bless my heart it 's very wrong | H |
| You 're making all our belles ferocious | I |
| Anne 'never saw a chin so long ' | - |
| And Laura thinks your dress 'atrocious ' | - |
| And Lady Jane who now and then | J |
| Is taken for the village steeple | E |
| Is sure you can't be four feet ten | J |
| And 'wonders at the taste of people ' | - |
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| Soon pass the praises of a face | K |
| Swift fades the very best vermillion | L |
| Fame rides a most prodigious pace | K |
| Oblivion follows on the pillion | L |
| And all who in these sultry rooms | M |
| To day have stared and pushed and fainted | N |
| Will soon forget your pearls and plumes | M |
| As if they never had been painted | O |
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| You'll be forgotten as old debts | P |
| By persons who are used to borrow | F |
| Forgotten as the sun that sets | P |
| When shines a new one on the morrow | F |
| Forgotten like the luscious peach | Q |
| That blessed the schoolboy last September | F |
| Forgotten like a maiden speech | Q |
| Which all men praise but none remember | F |
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| Yet ere you sink into the stream | R |
| That whelms alike sage saint and martyr | F |
| And soldier's sword and minstrel's theme | R |
| And Canning's wit and Gatton's charter | F |
| Here of the fortunes of your youth | S |
| My fancy weaves her dim conjectures | T |
| Which have perhaps as much of truth | S |
| As passion's vows or Cobbett's lectures | T |
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| Was 't in the north or in the south | U |
| That summer breezes rocked your cradle | E |
| And had you in your baby mouth | U |
| A wooden or a silver ladle | E |
| And was your first unconscious sleep | V |
| By Brownie banned or blessed by Fairy | B |
| And did you wake to laugh or weep | V |
| And were you christened Maud or Mary | B |
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| And was your father called 'your grace' | T |
| And did he bet at Ascot races | T |
| And did he chat at commonplace | T |
| And did he fill a score of places | T |
| And did your lady mother's charms | T |
| Consist in picklings broilings bastings | T |
| Or did she prate about the arms | T |
| Her brave forefathers wore at Hastings | T |
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| Where were you finished tell me where | F |
| Was it at Chelsea or at Chiswick | W |
| Had you the ordinary share | F |
| Of books and backboard harp and physic | W |
| And did they bid you banish pride | X |
| And mind your Oriental tinting | W |
| And did you learn how Dido died | X |
| And who found out the art of printing | W |
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| And are you fond of lanes and brooks | T |
| A votary of the sylvan Muses | T |
| Or do you con the little books | T |
| Which Baron Brougham and Vaux diffuses | T |
| Or do you love to knit and sew | T |
| The fashionable world's Arachne | L |
| Or do you canter down the Row | T |
| Upon a very long tailed hackney | L |
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| And do you love your brother James | T |
| And do you pet his mares and setters | T |
| And have your friends romantic names | T |
| And do you write them long long letters | T |
| And are you since the world began | L |
| All women are a little spiteful | E |
| And don't you dote on Malibran | L |
| And don't you think Tom Moore delightful | E |
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| I see they've brought you flowers to day | Y |
| Delicious food for eyes and noses | T |
| But carelessly you turn away | Y |
| From all the pinks and all the roses | T |
| Say is that fond look sent in search | Z |
| Of one whose look as fondly answers | T |
| And is he fairest in the Church | Z |
| Or is he ain't he in the Lancers | T |
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| And is your love a motley page | A2 |
| Of black and white half joy half sorrow | T |
| Are you to wait till you 're of age | A2 |
| Or are you to be his to morrow | T |
| Or do they bid you in their scorn | L |
| Your pure and sinless flame to smother | F |
| Is he so very meanly born | L |
| Or are you married to another | F |
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| Whate'er you are at last adieu | B2 |
| I think it is your bounden duty | L |
| To let the rhymes I coin for you | B2 |
| Be prized by all who prize your beauty | L |
| From you I seek nor gold nor fame | C2 |
| From you I fear no cruel strictures | T |
| I wish some girls that I could name | C2 |
| Were half as silent as their pictures | T |
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
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