The Horologe Of The Fields Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCDEFEF GHGHEGEGIJIJ KLKLMNMNNONO PQPQRSRSTUTU VWVWXYXYZYZY A2B2A2C2D2C2D2EGEG E2QE2Q

Addressed to a Young Lady on seeing at the House of anA
Acquaintance a magnificent French TimepieceB
FOR her who owns this splendid toyC
Where use with elegance unitesD
Still may its index point to joyC
And moments wing'd with new delightsD
Sweet may resound each silver bellE
And never quick returning chimeF
Seem in reproving notes to tellE
Of hours mispent and murder'd timeF
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Tho' Fortune Emily denyG
To us these splendid works of artH
The woods the lawns the heaths supplyG
Lessons from Nature to the heartH
In every copse and shelter'd dellE
Unveil'd to the observant eyeG
Are faithful monitors who tellE
How pass the hours and seasons byG
The green robed children of the SpringI
Will mark the periods as they passJ
Mingle with leaves Time's feather'd wingI
And bind with flowers his silent glassJ
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Mark where transparent waters glideK
Soft flowing o'er their tranquil bedL
There cradled on the dimpling tideK
Nymph a rests her lovely headL
But conscious of the earliest beamM
She rises from her humid restN
And sees reflected in the streamM
The virgin whiteness of her breastN
Till the bright daystar to the westN
Declines in Ocean's surge to laveO
Then folded in her modest vestN
She slumbers on the rocking waveO
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See Hieracium's various tribeP
Of plumy seed and radiate flowersQ
The course of Time their blooms describeP
And wake or sleep appointed hoursQ
Broad o'er its imbricated cupR
The Goatsbeard spreads its golden raysS
But shuts its cautious petals upR
Retreating from the noon tide blazeS
Pale as a pensive cloister'd nunT
The Bethlem star her face unveilsU
When o'er the mountain peers the SunT
But shades it from the vesper galesU
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Among the loose and arid sandsV
The humble Arenaria creepsW
Slowly the purple star expandsV
But soon within its calyx sleepsW
And those small bells so lightly ray'dX
With young Aurora's rosy hueY
Are to the noon tide Sun display'dX
But shut their plaits against the dewY
On upland slopes the shepherds markZ
The hour when as the dial trueY
Cichorium to the towering LarkZ
Lifts her soft eyes serenely blueY
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And thou 'Wee crimson tipped flower '-
Gatherest thy fringed mantle roundA2
Thy bosom at the closing hourB2
When night drops bathe the turfy groundA2
Unlike Silene who declinesC2
The garish noontide's blazing lightD2
But when the evening crescent shinesC2
Gives all her sweetness to the nightD2
Thus in each flower and simple bellE
That in our path untrodden lieG
Are sweet remembrancers who tellE
How fast the winged moments flyG
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Time will steal on with ceaseless paceE2
Yet lose we not the fleeting hoursQ
Who still their fairy footsteps traceE2
As light they dance among the flowersQ

Charlotte Smith



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