Autumn - The Third Pastoral, Or Hylas And Ægon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEFGHHHIIJJKKHH LLMMNNDDOBKKPPHHLLMM OBQQPPKKHHRRKKSSQQHH TTUUKKHHKKQQVVCBKKWW XXOBHH OBYYLLKKHHIIZZ| Beneath the shade a spreading Beech displays | A |
| Hylas and Aegon sung their rural lays | A |
| This mourn'd a faithless that an absent Love | B |
| And Delia's name and Doris' fill'd the Grove | C |
| Ye Mantuan nymphs your sacred succour bring | D |
| Hylas and gon's rural lays I sing | D |
| Thou whom the Nine with Plautus' wit inspire | E |
| The art of Terence and Menander's fire | F |
| Whose sense instructs us and whose humour charms | G |
| Whose judgement sways us and whose spirit warms | H |
| Oh skill'd in Nature see the hearts of Swains | H |
| Their artless passions and their tender pains | H |
| Now setting Phoebus shone serenely bright | I |
| And fleecy clouds were streak'd with purple light | I |
| When tuneful Hylas with melodious moan | J |
| Taught rocks to weep and made the mountains groan | J |
| Go gentle gales and bear my sighs away | K |
| To Delia's ear the tender notes convey | K |
| As some sad Turtle his lost love deplores | H |
| And with deep murmurs fills the sounding shores | H |
| Thus far from Delia to the winds I mourn | L |
| Alike unheard unpity'd and forlorn | L |
| Go gentle gales and bear my sighs along | M |
| For her the feather'd quires neglect their song | M |
| For her the limes their pleasing shades deny | N |
| For her the lilies hang their heads and die | N |
| Ye flow'rs that droop forsaken by the spring | D |
| Ye birds that left by summer cease to sing | D |
| Ye trees that fade when autumn heats remove | O |
| Say is not absence death to those who love | B |
| Go gentle gales and bear my sighs away | K |
| Curs'd be the fields that cause my Delia's stay | K |
| Fade ev'ry blossom wither ev'ry tree | P |
| Die ev'ry flow'r and perish all but she | P |
| What have I said where'er my Delia flies | H |
| Let spring attend and sudden flow'rs arise | H |
| Let op'ning roses knotted oaks adorn | L |
| And liquid amber drop from ev'ry thorn | L |
| Go gentle gales and bear my sighs along | M |
| The birds shall cease to tune their ev'ning song | M |
| The winds to breathe the waving woods to move | O |
| And streams to murmur e'er I cease to love | B |
| Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain | Q |
| Not balmy sleep to lab'rers faint with pain | Q |
| Not show'rs to larks nor sun shine to the bee | P |
| Are half so charming as thy sight to me | P |
| Go gentle gales and bear my sighs away | K |
| Come Delia come ah why this long delay | K |
| Thro' rocks and caves the name of Delia sounds | H |
| Delia each cave and echoing rock rebounds | H |
| Ye pow'rs what pleasing frenzy sooths my mind | R |
| Do lovers dream or is my Delia kind | R |
| She comes my Delia comes Now cease my lay | K |
| And cease ye gales to bear my sighs away | K |
| Next gon sung while Windsor groves admir'd | S |
| Rehearse ye Muses what yourselves inspir'd | S |
| Resound ye hills resound my mournful strain | Q |
| Of perjur'd Doris dying I complain | Q |
| Here where the mountains less'ning as they rise | H |
| Lose the low vales and steal into the skies | H |
| While lab'ring oxen spent with toil and heat | T |
| In their loose traces from the field retreat | T |
| While curling smokes from village tops are seen | U |
| And the fleet shades glide o'er the dusky green | U |
| Resound ye hills resound my mournful lay | K |
| Beneath yon' poplar oft we past the day | K |
| Oft' on the rind I carv'd her am'rous vows | H |
| While she with garlands hung the bending boughs | H |
| The garlands fade the vows are worn away | K |
| So dies her love and so my hopes decay | K |
| Resound ye hills resound my mournful strain | Q |
| Now bright Arcturus glads the teeming grain | Q |
| Now golden fruits on loaded branches shine | V |
| And grateful clusters swell with floods of wine | V |
| Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove | C |
| Just Gods shall all things yield returns but love | B |
| Resound ye hills resound my mournful lay | K |
| The shepherds cry Thy flocks are left a prey | K |
| Ah what avails it me the flocks to keep | W |
| Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep | W |
| Pan came and ask'd what magic caus'd my smart | X |
| Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart | X |
| What eyes but hers alas have pow'r to move | O |
| And is here magic but what dwells in love | B |
| Resound ye hills resound my mournful strains | H |
| I'll fly from shepherds flocks and flow'ry plains | H |
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| From shepherds flocks and plains I may remove | O |
| Forsake mankind and all the world but love | B |
| I know thee Love on foreign Mountains bred | Y |
| Wolves gave thee suck and savage Tigers fed | Y |
| Thou wert from tna's burning entrails torn | L |
| Got by fierce whirlwinds and in thunder born | L |
| Resound ye hills resound my mournful lay | K |
| Farewell ye woods adieu the light of day | K |
| One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains | H |
| No more ye hills no more resound my strains | H |
| Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night | I |
| The skies yet blushing with departing light | I |
| When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade | Z |
| And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade | Z |
Alexander Pope
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