Winter - The Fourth Pastoral, Or Daphne Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDAA AEEFFGG AHHIIJ ABBKKLLM NNOPDDMMQRLLAAMMAAHH SSMMAAAAMMMMAATRAAMM DDUUAAMM AAAAAVVWX AAANNAAMM| Lycidas | A |
| Thyrsis the music of that murm'ring spring | B |
| Is not so mournful as the strains you sing | B |
| Nor rivers winding thro' the vales below | C |
| So sweetly warble or so smoothly flow | C |
| Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie | D |
| The moon serene in glory mounts the sky | D |
| Wile silent birds forget their tuneful lays | A |
| Oh sing of Daphne's fate and Daphne's praise | A |
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| Thyrsis | A |
| Behold the groves that shine with silver frost | E |
| Their beauty wither'd and their verdure lost | E |
| Here shall I try the sweet Alexis' strain | F |
| That call'd the list'ning Dryads to the plain | F |
| Thames heard the numbers as he flow'd along | G |
| And bade his willows learn the moving song | G |
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| Lycidas | A |
| So may kind rains their vital moisture yield | H |
| And swell the future harvest of the field | H |
| Begin this charge the dying Daphne gave | I |
| And said 'Ye shepherds sing around my grave | I |
| Sing while beside the shaded tomb I mourn | J |
| And with fresh bays her rural shrine adorn ' | - |
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| Thyrsis | A |
| Ye gentle Muses leave your crystal spring | B |
| Let Nymphs and Sylvans cypress garlands bring | B |
| Ye weeping Loves the stream with myrtles hide | K |
| And break your vows as when Adonis died | K |
| And with your golden darts now useless grown | L |
| Inscribe a verse on this relenting stone | L |
| 'Let nature change let heav'n and earth deplore | M |
| Fair Daphne's dead and love is now no more ' | - |
| 'Tis done and nature's various charms decay | N |
| See gloomy clouds obscure the cheerful day | N |
| Now hung with pearls the dropping trees appear | O |
| Their faded honours scatter'd on her bier | P |
| See where on earth the flow'ry glories lie | D |
| With her they flourish'd and with her they die | D |
| Ah what avail the beauties nature wore | M |
| Fair Daphne's dead and beauty is no more | M |
| For her the flocks refuse their verdant food | Q |
| Nor thirsty heifers seek the gliding flood | R |
| The silver swans her hapless fate bemoan | L |
| In notes more sad than when they sing their own | L |
| In hollow caves sweet Echo silent lies | A |
| Silent or only to her name replies | A |
| Her name with pleasure once she taught the shore | M |
| Now Daphne's dead and pleasure is no more | M |
| No grateful dews descend from ev'ning skies | A |
| Nor morning odours from the flow'rs arise | A |
| No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful field | H |
| Nor fragrant herbs their native incense yield | H |
| The balmy Zephyrs silent since her death | S |
| Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath | S |
| Th' industrious bees neglect their golden store | M |
| Fair Daphne's dead and sweetness is no more | M |
| No more the mounting larks while Daphne sings | A |
| Shall list'ning in mid air suspend their wings | A |
| No more the birds shall imitate her lays | A |
| Or hush'd with wonder hearken from the sprays | A |
| No more the streams their murmur shall forbear | M |
| A sweeter music than their own to hear | M |
| But tell the reeds and tell the vocal shore | M |
| Fair Daphne's dead and music is no more | M |
| Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze | A |
| And told in sighs to all the trembling trees | A |
| The trembling trees in ev'ry plain and wood | T |
| Her fate remurmur to the silver flood | R |
| The silver flood so lately calm appears | A |
| Swell'd with new passion and o'erflows with tears | A |
| The winds and trees and floods her death deplore | M |
| Daphne our grief our glory now no more | M |
| But see where Daphne wond'ring mounts on high | D |
| Above the clouds above the starry sky | D |
| Eternal beauties grace the shining scene | U |
| Fields ever fresh and groves for ever green | U |
| There while you rest in Amaranthine bow'rs | A |
| Or from those meads select unfading flow'rs | A |
| Behold us kindly who your name implore | M |
| Daphne our Goddess and our grief no more | M |
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| Lycidas | A |
| How all things listen while thy Muse complains | A |
| Such silence waits on Philomela's strains | A |
| In some still ev'ning when the whisp'ring breeze | A |
| Pants on the leaves and dies upon the trees | A |
| To thee bright goddess oft a lamb shall bleed | V |
| If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed | V |
| While plants their shade or flow'rs their odours give | W |
| Thy name thy honour and thy praise shall live | X |
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| Thyrsis | A |
| But see Orion sheds unwholesome dews | A |
| Arise the pines a noxious shade diffuse | A |
| Sharp Boreas blows and Nature feels decay | N |
| Time conquers all and we must Time obey | N |
| Adieu ye vales ye mountains streams and groves | A |
| Adieu ye shepherd's rural lays and loves | A |
| Adieu my flocks farewell ye sylvan crew | M |
| Daphne farewell and all the world adieu | M |
Alexander Pope
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