Amphion Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EBEBEFEF GBGBHIJI BIBIKLKL MFMFNNNN OAOABPBP ANANININ BFBFIIII QRSRTLTL NLNLIUIU IBIBNINI NVNVNBNB WBWBCXCXMY father left a park to me | A |
But it is wild and barren | B |
A garden too with scarce a tree | A |
And waster than a warren | B |
Yet say the neighbours when they call | C |
It is not bad but good land | D |
And in it is the germ of all | C |
That grows within the woodland | D |
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O had I lived when song was great | E |
In days of old Amphion | B |
And ta'en my fiddle to the gate | E |
Nor cared for seed or scion | B |
And had I lived when song was great | E |
And legs of trees were limber | F |
And ta'en my fiddle to the gate | E |
And fiddled in the timber | F |
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'Tis said he had a tuneful tongue | G |
Such happy intonation | B |
Wherever he sat down and sung | G |
He left a small plantation | B |
Wherever in a lonely grove | H |
He set up his forlorn pipes | I |
The gouty oak began to move | J |
And flounder into hornpipes | I |
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The mountain stirr'd its bushy crown | B |
And as tradition teaches | I |
Young ashes pirouetted down | B |
Coquetting with young beeches | I |
And briony vine and ivy wreath | K |
Ran forward to his rhyming | L |
And from the valleys underneath | K |
Came little copses climbing | L |
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The linden broke her ranks and rent | M |
The woodbine wreaths that bind her | F |
And down the middle buzz she went | M |
With all her bees behind her | F |
The poplars in long order due | N |
With cypress promenaded | N |
The shock head willows two and two | N |
By rivers gallopaded | N |
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Came wet shod alder from the wave | O |
Came yews a dismal coterie | A |
Each pluck'd his one foot from the grave | O |
Poussetting with a sloe tree | A |
Old elms came breaking from the vine | B |
The vine stream'd out to follow | P |
And sweating rosin plump'd the pine | B |
From many a cloudy hollow | P |
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And wasn't it a sight to see | A |
When ere his song was ended | N |
Like some great landslip tree by tree | A |
The country side descended | N |
And shepherds from the mountain eaves | I |
Look'd down half pleased half frighten'd | N |
As dash'd about the drunken leaves | I |
The random sunshine lighten'd | N |
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Oh nature first was fresh to men | B |
And wanton without measure | F |
So youthful and so flexile then | B |
You moved her at your pleasure | F |
Twang out my fiddle shake the twigs' | I |
And make her dance attendance | I |
Blow flute and stir the stiff set sprigs | I |
And scirrhous roots and tendons | I |
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'Tis vain in such a brassy age | Q |
I could not move a thistle | R |
The very sparrows in the hedge | S |
Scarce answer to my whistle | R |
'Or at the most when three parts sick | T |
With strumming and with scraping | L |
A jackass heehaws from the rick | T |
The passive oxen gaping | L |
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But what is that I hear a sound | N |
Like sleepy counsel pleading | L |
O Lord 'tis in my neighbour's ground | N |
The modern Muses reading | L |
They read Botanic Treatises | I |
And Works on Gardening thro' there | U |
And Methods of transplanting trees | I |
To look as if they grew there | U |
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The wither'd Misses how they prose | I |
O'er books of travell'd seamen | B |
And show you slips of all that grows | I |
From England to Van Diemen | B |
They read in arbours clipt and cut | N |
And alleys faded places | I |
By squares of tropic summer shut | N |
And warm'd in crystal cases | I |
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But these tho' fed with careful dirt | N |
Are neither green nor sappy | V |
Half conscious of the garden squirt | N |
The spindlings look unhappy | V |
Better to me the meanest weed | N |
That blows upon its mountain | B |
The vilest herb that runs to seed | N |
Beside its native fountain | B |
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And I must work thro' months of toil | W |
And years of cultivation | B |
Upon my proper patch of soil | W |
To grow my own plantation | B |
I'll take the showers as they fall | C |
I will not vex my bosom | X |
Enough if at the end of all | C |
A little garden blossom | X |
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
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