Windsor Forest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Thy forests Windsor and thy green retreatsA
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seatsA
Invite my lays Be present sylvan maidsB
Unlock your springs and open all your shadesB
Granville commands your aid O Muses bringC
What Muse for Granville can refuse to singC
The groves of Eden vanish'd now so longD
Live in description and look green in songD
These were my breast inspir'd with equal flameE
Like them in beauty should be like in fameE
Here hills and vales the woodland and the plainF
Here earth and water seem to strive againG
Not Chaos like together crush'd and bruis'dH
But as the world harmoniously confus'dH
Where order in variety we seeI
And where tho' all things differ all agreeI
Here waving groves a checquer'd scene displayJ
And part admit and part exclude the dayJ
As some coy nymph her lover's warm addressK
Nor quite indulges nor can quite repressK
There interspers'd in lawns and opening gladesB
Thin trees arise that shun each other's shadesB
Here in full light the russet plains extendL
There wrapt in clouds the blueish hills ascendL
Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyesM
And 'midst the desart fruitful fields ariseM
That crown'd with tufted trees and springing cornN
Like verdant isles the sable waste adornN
Let India boast her plants nor envy weI
The weeping amber or the balmy treeI
While by our oaks the precious loads are bornN
And realms commanded which those trees adornN
Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sightO
Tho' Gods assembled grace his tow'ring heightO
Than what more humble mountains offer hereP
Where in their blessings all those Gods appearQ
See Pan with flocks with fruits Pomona crown'dR
Here blushing Flora paints th' enamel'd groundR
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect standS
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's handS
Rich Industry sits smiling on the plainsT
And peace and plenty tell a Stuart reignsT
Not thus the land appear'd in ages pastU
A dreary desart and a gloomy wasteV
To savage beasts and savage laws a preyJ
And kings more furious and severe than theyJ
Who claim'd the skies dispeopled air and floodsW
The lonely lords of empty wilds and woodsX
Cities laid waste they storm'd the dens and cavesY
For wiser brutes were backward to be slavesY
What could be free when lawless beasts obey'dZ
And ev'n the elements a Tyrant sway'dZ
In vain kind seasons swell'd the teeming grainF
Soft show'rs distill'd and suns grew warm in vainF
The swain with tears his frustrate labour yieldsA2
And famish'd dies amidst his ripen'd fieldsA2
What wonder then a beast or subject slainF
Were equal crimes in a despotick reignF
Both doom'd alike for sportive Tyrants bledB2
But that the subject starv'd the beast was fedB2
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chace beganC2
A mighty hunter and his prey was manC2
Our haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous nameE
And makes his trembling slaves the royal gameE
The fields are ravish'd from th' industrious swainsA2
From men their cities and from Gods their fanesA2
The levell'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'erD2
The hollow winds thro' naked temples roarE2
Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'dF2
O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hindF2
The fox obscene to gaping tombs retiresA2
And savage howlings fill the sacred quiresA2
Aw'd by his Nobles by his Commons curstF2
Th' Oppressor rul'd tyrannic where he durstF2
Stretch'd o'er the Poor and Church his iron rodF2
And serv'd alike his Vassals and his GodF2
Whom ev'n the Saxon spar'd and bloody DaneF
The wanton victims of his sport remainF
But see the man who spacious regions gaveG2
A waste for beasts himself deny'd a graveG2
Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope surveyJ
At once the chaser and at once the preyJ
Lo Rufus tugging at the deadly dartF2
Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hartF2
Succeeding Monarchs heard the subjects criesA2
Nor saw displeas'd the peaceful cottage riseA2
Then gath'ring flocks on unknown mountains fedF2
O'er sandy wilds were yellow harvests spreadF2
The forests wonder'd at th' unusual grainF
And secret transport touch'd the conscious swainF
Fair Liberty Britannia's Goddess rearsA2
Her chearful head and leads the golden yearsA2
Ye vig'rous swains while youth ferments your bloodF2
And purer spirits swell the sprightly floodF2
Now range the hills the thickest woods besetF2
Wind the shrill horn or spread the waving netF2
When milder autumn summer's heat succeedsA2
And in the new shorn field the partridge feedsA2
Before his lord the ready spaniel boundsA2
Panting with hope he tries the furrow'd groundsA2
But when the tainted gales the game betrayJ
Couch'd close he lies and meditates the preyJ
Secure they trust th' unfaithful field besetF2
Till hov'ring o'er 'em sweeps the swelling netF2
Thus if small things we may with great compareH2
When Albion sends her eager sons to warE2
Some thoughtless Town with ease and plenty blestF2
Near and more near the closing lines investF2
Sudden they seize th' amaz'd defenceless prizeA2
And high in air Britannia's standard fliesA2
See from the brake the whirring pheasant springsA2
And mounts exulting on triumphant wingsA2
Short is his joy he feels the fiery woundF2
Flutters in blood and panting beats the groundF2
Ah what avail his glossy varying dyesA2
His purple crest and scarlet circled eyesA2
The vivid green his shining plumes unfoldF2
His painted wings and breast that flames with goldF2
Nor yet when moist Arcturus clouds the skyI2
The woods and fields their pleasing toils denyI2
To plains with well breath'd beagles we repairH2
And trace the mazes of the circling hareH2
Beasts urg'd by us their fellow beasts pursueA2
And learn of man each other to undoA2
With slaught'ring guns th' unweary'd fowler rovesA2
When frosts have whiten'd all the naked grovesA2
Where doves in flocks the leafless trees o'ershadeA2
And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry gladeA2
He lifts the tube and levels with his eyeI2
Strait a short thunder breaks the frozen skyI2
Oft' as in airy rings they skim the heathJ2
The clam'rous plovers feel the leaden deathK2
Oft' as the mounting larks their notes prepareH2
They fall and leave their little lives in airH2
In genial spring beneath the quiv'ring shadeA2
Where cooling vapours breathe along the meadA2
The patient fisher takes his silent standA2
Intent his angle trembling in his handA2
With looks unmov'd he hopes the scaly breedA2
And eyes the dancing cork and bending reedA2
Our plenteous streams a various race supplyI2
The bright ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian dyeI2
The silver eel in shining volumes roll'dA2
The yellow carp in scales bedrop'd with goldA2
Swift trouts diversify'd with crimson stainsA2
And pykes the tyrants of the watry plainsA2
Now Cancer glows with Phoebus' fiery carL2
The youth rush eager to the sylvan warE2
Swarm o'er the lawns the forest walks surroundA2
Rouze the fleet hart and chear the opening houndA2
Th' impatient courser pants in ev'ry veinF
And pawing seems to beat the distant plainF
Hills vales and floods appear already cross'dA2
And e'er he starts a thousand steps are lostA2
See the bold youth strain up the threat'ning steepM2
Rush thro' the thickets down the valleys sweepM2
Hang o'er their coursers heads with eager speedA2
And earth rolls back beneath the flying steedA2
Let old Arcadia boast her ample plainF
Th' immortal huntress and her virgin trainF
Nor envy Windsor since thy shades have seenN2
As bright a Goddess and as chaste a QueenN2
Whose care like hers protects the sylvan reignF
The Earth's fair light and Empress of the mainF
Here as old bards have sung Diana stray'dA2
Bath'd in the springs or sought the cooling shadeA2
Here arm'd with silver bows in early dawnO2
Her buskin'd Virgins trac'd the dewy lawnO2
Above the rest a rural nymph was fam'dA2
Thy offspring Thames the fair Lodona nam'dA2
Lodona's fate in long oblivion castA2
The Muse shall sing and what she sings shall lastA2
Scarce could the Goddess from her nymph be knownP2
But by the crescent and the golden zoneP2
She scorn'd the praise of beauty and the careH2
A belt herD2

Alexander Pope



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