Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-borow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEEFF GGHHHHHH HHAAAAII AAJJHHKK JJHHCLMM HHHHNNHH AAHHOOPP HHHHAANN AAQQHHLC RRAAAAAA| To the Lord Fairfax | A |
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| See how the arched Earth does here | B |
| Rise in a perfect Hemisphere | C |
| The stiffest Compass could not strike | D |
| A line more circular and like | D |
| Nor softest Pensel draw a Brow | E |
| So equal as this Hill does bow | E |
| It seems as for a Model laid | F |
| And that the World by it was made | F |
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| Here learn ye Mountains more unjust | G |
| Which to abrupter greatness thrust | G |
| That do with your hook shoulder'd height | H |
| The Earth deform and Heaven frght | H |
| For whose excrescence ill design'd | H |
| Nature must a new Center find | H |
| Learn here those humble steps to tread | H |
| Which to securer Glory lead | H |
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| See what a soft access and wide | H |
| Lyes open to its grassy side | H |
| Nor with the rugged path deterrs | A |
| The feet of breathless Travellers | A |
| See then how courteous it ascends | A |
| And all the way ir rises bends | A |
| Nor for it self the height does gain | I |
| But only strives to raise the Plain | I |
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| Yet thus it all the field commands | A |
| And in unenvy'd Greatness stands | A |
| Discerning furthe then the Cliff | J |
| Of Heaven daring Teneriff | J |
| How glad the weary Seamen hast | H |
| When they salute it from the Mast | H |
| By Night the Northern Star their way | K |
| Directs and this no less by Day | K |
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| Upon its crest this Mountain grave | J |
| A Plum of aged Trees does wave | J |
| No hostile hand durst ere invade | H |
| With impious Steel the sacred Shade | H |
| For something alwaies did appear | C |
| Of the Great Masters terrour there | L |
| And Men could hear his Armour still | M |
| Ratling through all the Grove and Hill | M |
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| Fear of the Master and respect | H |
| Of the great Nymph did it protect | H |
| Vera the Nymph that him inspir'd | H |
| To whom he often here retir'd | H |
| And on these Okes ingrav'd her Name | N |
| Such Wounds alone these Woods became | N |
| But ere he well the Barks could part | H |
| 'Twas writ already in their Heart | H |
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| For they 'tis credible have sense | A |
| As we of Love and Reverence | A |
| And underneath the Courser Rind | H |
| The Genius of the house do bind | H |
| Hence they successes seem to know | O |
| And in their Lord's advancement grow | O |
| But in no Memory were seen | P |
| As under this so streight and green | P |
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| Yet now no further strive to shoot | H |
| Contented if they fix their Root | H |
| Nor to the winds uncertain gust | H |
| Their prudent Heads too far intrust | H |
| Onely sometimes a flutt'ring Breez | A |
| Discourses with the breathing Trees | A |
| Which in their modest Whispers name | N |
| Those Acts that swell'd the Cheek of Fame | N |
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| Much other Groves say they then these | A |
| And other Hills him once did please | A |
| Through Groves of Pikes he thunder'd then | Q |
| And Mountains rais'd of dying Men | Q |
| For all the Civick Garlands due | H |
| To him our Branches are but few | H |
| Nor are our Trunks enow to bear | L |
| The Trophees of one fertile Year | C |
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| 'Tis true the Trees nor ever spoke | R |
| More certain Oracles in Oak | R |
| But Peace if you his favour prize | A |
| That Courage its own Praises flies | A |
| Therefore to your obscurer Seats | A |
| From his own Brightness he retreats | A |
| Nor he the Hills without the Groves | A |
| Nor Height but with Retirement loves | A |
Andrew Marvell
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