Summer - The Second Pastoral; Or Alexis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLMNNOPQQRRSSTUEEVV AAJJDDWWXXHHYZA2B2C2 D2UE2BBF2F2G2G2F2F2R RF2F2BBF2F2F2F2LMYZH 2H2I2I2J2MF2F2II| A Shepherd's Boy he seeks no better name | A |
| Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame | A |
| Where dancing sun beams n the waters play'd | B |
| And verdant alders form'd a quiv'ring shade | B |
| Soft as he mourn'd the streams forgot to flow | C |
| The flocks around a dumb compassion show | C |
| The Naiads wept in ev'ry wat'ry bow'r | D |
| And Jove consented in a silent show'r | D |
| Accept O Garth the Muse's early lays | E |
| That adds this wreath of Ivy to thy Bays | E |
| Hear what from Love unpractis'd hearts endure | F |
| From Love the sole disease thou canst not cure | F |
| Ye shady beeches and ye cooling streams | G |
| Defence from Phoebus not from Cupid's beams | G |
| To you I mourn nor to the deaf I sing | H |
| The woods shall answer and their echo ring | H |
| The gills and rocks attend my doleful lay | I |
| Why art thou prouder and more hard than they | I |
| The bleating sheep with my complaints agree | J |
| They parch'd with heat and I inflam'd by thee | J |
| The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains | K |
| While in thy heart eternal winter reigns | K |
| Where stray ye Muses in what lawn or grove | L |
| While your Alexis pines in hopeless love | M |
| In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides | N |
| Or else where Cam his winding vales divides | N |
| As in the crystal spring I view my face | O |
| Fresh rising blushes paint the wat'ry glass | P |
| But since those graces please thy eyes no more | Q |
| I shun the fountains which I sought before | Q |
| Once I was skill'd in ev'ry herb that grew | R |
| And ev'ry plant that drinks the morning dew | R |
| Ah wretched shepherd what avails thy art | S |
| To cure thy lambs but not to heal thy heart | S |
| Let other swains attend the rural care | T |
| Feed fairer flocks or richer fleeces shear | U |
| But nigh yon' mountain let me tune my lays | E |
| Embrace my Love and bind my brows with bays | E |
| That flute is mine which Colin's tuneful breath | V |
| Inspir'd when living and bequeath'd in death | V |
| He said Alexis take this pipe the same | A |
| That taught the groves my Rosalinda's name | A |
| But now the reeds shall hang on yonder tree | J |
| For ever silent since despis'd by thee | J |
| Oh were I made by some transforming pow'r | D |
| The captive bird that sings within thy bow'r | D |
| Then might my voice thy list'ning ears employ | W |
| And I those kisses he receives enjoy | W |
| And yet my numbers please the rural throng | X |
| Rough Satyrs dance and Pan applauds the song | X |
| The Nymphs forsaking ev'ry cave and spring | H |
| Their early fruit and milk white turtles bring | H |
| Each am'rous nymph prefers her gifts in vain | Y |
| On you their gifts are all bestow'd again | Z |
| For you the swains the fairest flow'rs design | A2 |
| And in one garland all their beauties join | B2 |
| Accept the wreath which you deserve alone | C2 |
| In whom all beauties are compris'd in one | D2 |
| See what delights in sylvan scenes appear | U |
| Descending Gods have found Elysium here | E2 |
| In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd | B |
| And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade | B |
| Come lovely nymph and bless the silent hours | F2 |
| When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow'rs | F2 |
| When weary reapers quit the sultry field | G2 |
| And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield | G2 |
| This harmless grove no lurking viper hides | F2 |
| But in my breast the serpent Love abides | F2 |
| Here bees from blossoms sip the rosy dew | R |
| But your Alexis knows no sweets but you | R |
| Oh deign to visit our forsaken seats | F2 |
| The mossy fountains and the green retreats | F2 |
| Where e'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade | B |
| Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade | B |
| Where e'er you tread the blushing flow'rs shall rise | F2 |
| And all things flourish where you turn your eyes | F2 |
| Oh How I long with you to pass my days | F2 |
| Invoke the muses and resound your praise | F2 |
| Your praise the birds shall chant in ev'ry grove | L |
| And winds shall waft it to the pow'rs above | M |
| But wou'd you sing and rival Orpheus' strain | Y |
| The wond'ring forests soon shou'd dance again | Z |
| The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call | H2 |
| And headlong streams hang list'ning in their fall | H2 |
| But see the shepherds shun the noon day heat | I2 |
| The lowing herds to murm'ring brooks retreat | I2 |
| To closer shades the panting flocks remove | J2 |
| Ye Gods And is there no relief for Love | M |
| But soon the sun with milder rays descends | F2 |
| To the cool ocean where his journey ends | F2 |
| On me Love's fiercer flames for every prey | I |
| By night he scorches as he burns by day | I |
Alexander Pope
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