The King And The Shepherd Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBCC DDCC EECCBBBBCCBBBFFGGHIC CEE BBCCCCJKJ LLBBMMBBBBMMCCCCCCBB CCCBBBCCBBBB BBCC BBNOO| Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns | A |
| Now Love prevails and now Ambition gains | A |
| Reason's lost Throne and sov'reign Rule maintains | A |
| Tho' beyond Love's Ambition's Empire goes | B |
| For who feels Love Ambition also knows | B |
| And proudly still aspires to be possest | C |
| Of Her he thinks superior to the rest | C |
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| As cou'd be prov'd but that our plainer Task | D |
| Do's no such Toil or Definitions ask | D |
| But to be so rehears'd as first 'twas told | C |
| When such old Stories pleas'd in Days of old | C |
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| A King observing how a Shepherd's Skill | E |
| Improv'd his Flocks and did the Pastures fill | E |
| That equal Care th' assaulted did defend | C |
| And the secur'd and grazing Part attend | C |
| Approves the Conduct and from Sheep and Curs | B |
| Transfers the Sway and changed his Wool to Furrs | B |
| Lord Keeper now as rightly he divides | B |
| His just Decrees and speedily decides | B |
| When his sole Neighbor whilst he watch'd the Fold | C |
| A Hermit poor in Contemplation old | C |
| Hastes to his Ear with safe but lost Advice | B |
| Tells him such Heights are levell'd in a trice | B |
| Preferments treach'rous and her Paths of Ice | B |
| And that already sure 't had turn'd his Brain | F |
| Who thought a Prince's Favour to retain | F |
| Nor seem'd unlike in this mistaken Rank | G |
| The sightless Wretch who froze upon a Bank | G |
| A Serpent found which for a Staff he took | H |
| And us'd as such his own but lately broke | I |
| Thanking the Fates who thus his Loss supply'd | C |
| Nor marking one that with amazement cry'd | C |
| Throw quickly from thy Hand that sleeping Ill | E |
| A Serpent 'tis that when awak'd will kill | E |
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| A Serpent this th' uncaution'd Fool replies | B |
| A Staff it feels nor shall my want of Eyes | B |
| Make me believe I have no Senses left | C |
| And thro' thy Malice be of this bereft | C |
| Which Fortune to my Hand has kindly sent | C |
| To guide my Steps and stumbling to prevent | C |
| No Staff the Man proceeds but to thy harm | J |
| A Snake 'twill prove The Viper now grown warm | K |
| Confirm'd it soon and fasten'd on his Arm | J |
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| Thus wilt thou find Shepherd believe it true | L |
| Some Ill that shall this seeming Good ensue | L |
| Thousand Distastes t' allay thy envy'd Gains | B |
| Unthought of on the parcimonious Plains | B |
| So prov'd the Event and Whisp'rers now defame | M |
| The candid Judge and his Proceedings blame | M |
| By Wrongs they say a Palace he erects | B |
| The Good oppresses and the Bad protects | B |
| To view this Seat the King himself prepares | B |
| Where no Magnificence or Pomp appears | B |
| But Moderation free from each Extream | M |
| Whilst Moderation is the Builder's Theme | M |
| Asham'd yet still the Sycophants persist | C |
| That Wealth he had conceal'd within a Chest | C |
| Which but attended some convenient Day | C |
| To face the Sun and brighter Beams display | C |
| The Chest unbarr'd no radiant Gems they find | C |
| No secret Sums to foreign Banks design'd | C |
| But humble Marks of an obscure Recess | B |
| Emblems of Care and Instruments of Peace | B |
| The Hook the Scrip and for unblam'd Delight | C |
| The merry Bagpipe which ere fall of Night | C |
| Cou'd sympathizing Birds to tuneful Notes invite | C |
| Welcome ye Monuments of former Joys | B |
| Welcome to bless again your Master's Eyes | B |
| And draw from Courts th' instructed Shepherd cries | B |
| No more dear Relicks we no more will part | C |
| You shall my Hands employ who now revive my Heart | C |
| No Emulations nor corrupted Times | B |
| Shall falsely blacken or seduce to Crimes | B |
| Him whom your honest Industry can please | B |
| Who on the barren Down can sing from inward Ease | B |
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| How's this the Monarch something mov'd rejoins | B |
| With such low Thoughts and Freedom from Designs | B |
| What made thee leave a Life so fondly priz'd | C |
| To be in Crouds or envy'd or despis'd | C |
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| Forgive me Sir and Humane Frailty see | B |
| The Swain replies in my past State and Me | B |
| All peaceful that to which I vow return | N |
| But who alas tho' mine at length I mourn | O |
| Was e'er without the Curse of some Ambition born | O |
Anne Kingsmill Finch
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