The Invitation: To Tom Hughes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEBECFGFHIFIAFFF BJKJLKMFBFFFNOPOFQFQ CRSRTUVUCWXWWBBBFWQY WOFZBRQRWA2WA2YB2CB2 FFCFWC2WC2XWHWAXXXAX FXFWD2WQFHFWCWC F

Come away with me TomA
Term and talk are doneB
My poor lads are reapingC
Busy every oneB
Curates mind the parishD
Sweepers mind the courtE
We'll away to SnowdonB
For our ten days' sportE
Fish the August eveningC
Till the eve is pastF
Whoop like boys at poundersG
Fairly played and grassedF
When they cease to dimpleH
Lunge and swerve and leapI
Then up over SiabodF
Choose our nest and sleepI
Up a thousand feet TomA
Round the lion's headF
Find soft stones to leewardF
And make up our bedF
Eat our bread and baconB
Smoke the pipe of peaceJ
And ere we be drowsyK
Give our boots a greaseJ
Homer's heroes did soL
Why not such as weK
What are sheets and servantsM
SuperfluityF
Pray for wives and childrenB
Safe in slumber curledF
Then to chat till midnightF
O'er this babbling worldF
Of the workmen's collegeN
Of the price of grainO
Of the tree of knowledgeP
Of the chance of rainO
If Sir A goes RomewardF
If Miss B sings trueQ
If the fleet comes homewardF
If the mare will doQ
Anything and everythingC
Up there in the skyR
Angels understand usS
And no 'saints' are byR
Down and bathe at day dawnT
Tramp from lake to lakeU
Washing brain and heart cleanV
Every step we takeU
Leave to Robert BrowningC
Beggars fleas and vinesW
Leave to mournful RuskinX
Popish ApenninesW
Dirty Stones of VeniceW
And his Gas lamps SevenB
We've the stones of SnowdonB
And the lamps of heavenB
Where's the mighty creditF
In admiring AlpsW
Any goose sees 'glory'Q
In their 'snowy scalps 'Y
Leave such signs and wondersW
For the dullard brainO
As aesthetic brandyF
Opium and cayenneZ
Give me Bramshill commonB
St John's harriers byR
Or the vale of WindsorQ
England's golden eyeR
Show me life and progressW
Beauty health and manA2
Houses fair trim gardensW
Turn where'er I canA2
Or if bored with 'High Art 'Y
And such popish stuffB2
One's poor ear need airingC
Snowdon's high enoughB2
While we find God's signetF
Fresh on English groundF
Why go gallivantingC
With the nations roundF
Though we try no venturesW
Desperate or strangeC2
Feed on commonplacesW
In a narrow rangeC2
Never sought for FranklinX
Round the frozen CapesW
Even with MacdougallH
Bagged our brace of apesW
Never had our chance TomA
In that black RedanX
Can't avenge poor BreretonX
Out in SakarranX
Tho' we earn our bread TomA
By the dirty penX
What we can we will beF
Honest EnglishmenX
Do the work that's nearestF
Though it's dull at whilesW
Helping when we meet themD2
Lame dogs over stilesW
See in every hedgerowQ
Marks of angels' feetF
Epics in each pebbleH
Underneath our feetF
Once a year like schoolboysW
Robin Hooding goC
Leaving fops and fogiesW
A thousand feet belowC
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Eversley AugustF

Charles Kingsley



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