The Truant Dove, From Pilpay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDDCD EFFEGGHGHIIJKBLI IIMMIMMGGIINNBBB OOBBIIPPQQOORRPP MMIISTSUBBIIBBPB PBBBIIIIVVBBAAHH EEWWBBBBXOXX OO RRIIRRBBNINIHHHH XXOOYYRRZZXXX II XKKKKMMII XMM A2A2IIIIHHRRIIB2UII RRRRBBMMIIIA MOUNTAIN stream its channel deep | A |
Beneath a rock's rough base had torn | B |
The cliff like a vast castle wall was steep | A |
By fretting rains in many a crevice worn | B |
But the fern wav'd there and the mosses crept | C |
And o'er the summit where the wind | D |
Peel'd from their stems the silver rind | D |
Depending birches wept | C |
There tufts of broom a footing used to find | D |
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And heath and straggling grass to grow | E |
And half way down from roots enwreathing broke | F |
The branches of a scathed oak | F |
And seem'd to guard the cave below | E |
Where each revolving year | G |
Their twins two faithful doves were wont to rear | G |
Choice never join'd a fonder pair | H |
To each their simple home was dear | G |
No discord ever enter'd there | H |
But there the soft affections dwell'd | I |
And three returning springs beheld | I |
Secure within their fortress high | J |
The little happy family | K |
'Toujours perdrix messieurs ne valent rien' | B |
So did a Gallic monarch once harangue | L |
And evil was the day whereon our bird | I |
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This saying heard | I |
From certain new acquaintance he had found | I |
Who at their perfect ease | M |
Amid a field of peas | M |
Boasted to him that all the country round | I |
The wheat and oats and barley rye and tares | M |
Quite to the neighbouring sea were theirs | M |
And theirs the oak and beech woods far and near | G |
For their right noble owner was a peer | G |
And they themselves luxuriantly were stored | I |
In a great dove cote to amuse my lord | I |
'Toujours perdrix ne valent rien ' That's strange | N |
When people once are happy wherefore change | N |
So thought our stock dove but communication | B |
With birds in his new friend's exalted station | B |
Whose means of information | B |
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And knowledge of all sorts must be so ample | O |
Who saw great folks and follow'd their example | O |
Made on the dweller of the cave impression | B |
And soon whatever was his best possession | B |
His sanctuary within the rock's deep breast | I |
His soft eyed partner and her nest | I |
He thought of with indifference then with loathing | P |
So much insipid love was good for nothing | P |
But sometimes tenderness return'd his dame | Q |
So long belov'd so mild so free from blame | Q |
How should he tell her he had learn'd to cavil | O |
At happiness itself and longed to travel | O |
His heart still smote him so much wrong to do her | R |
He knew not how to break the matter to her | R |
But love tho' blind himself makes some discerning | P |
His frequent absence and his late returning | P |
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With ruffled plumage and with alter'd eyes | M |
His careless short replies | M |
And to their couplets coldness or neglect | I |
Had made his gentle wife suspect | I |
All was not right but she forbore to teaze him | S |
Which would but give him an excuse to rove | T |
She therefore tried by every art to please him | S |
Endur'd his peevish starts with patient love | U |
And when like other husbands from a tavern | B |
Of his new notions full he sought his cavern | B |
She with dissembled cheerfulness 'beguiled | I |
'The thing she was ' and gaily coo ed and smiled | I |
'Tis not in this most motley sphere uncommon | B |
For man and so of course more feeble woman | B |
Most strongly to suspect what they're pursuing | P |
Will lead them to inevitable ruin | B |
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Yet rush with open eyes to their undoing | P |
Thus felt the dove but in the cant of fashion | B |
He talk'd of fate and of predestination | B |
And in a grave oration | B |
He to his much affrighted mate related | I |
How he yet slumbering in the egg was fated | I |
To gather knowledge to instruct his kind | I |
By observation elevate his mind | I |
And give new impulse to Columbian life | V |
'If it be so ' exclaim'd his hapless wife | V |
'It is my fate to pass my days in pain | B |
'To mourn your love estrang'd and mourn in vain | B |
'Here in our once dear hut to wake and weep | A |
'When thy unkindness shall have murder'd sleep | A |
'And never that dear hut shall I prepare | H |
'And wait with fondness your arrival there | H |
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'While me and mine forgetting you will go | E |
'To some new love ' 'Why no I tell you no | E |
'What shall I say such foolish fears to cure | W |
'I only mean to make a little tour | W |
'Just just to see the world around me then | B |
'With new delight I shall come home again | B |
'Such tours are quite the rage at my return | B |
'I shall have much to tell and you to learn | B |
'Of fashions some becoming some grotesque | X |
'Of change of empires and ideas novel | O |
'Of buildings Grecian Gothic Arabesque | X |
'And scenery sublime and picturesque | X |
'And all these things with pleasure we'll discuss ' | - |
'Ah me and what are all these things to us ' | - |
'So then you'd have a bird of genius grovel | O |
'And never see beyond a farmer's hovel | O |
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'Even the sand martin that inferior creature | R |
'Goes once a year abroad ' 'It is his nature | R |
'But yours how different once ' and then she sigh'd | I |
'There was a time Ah would that I had died | I |
'E'er you so chang'd when you'd have perish'd rather | R |
'Than this poor breast should heave a single feather | R |
'With grief and care And all this cant of fashion | B |
'Would but have rais'd your anger or compassion | B |
'O my dear love You sought not then to range | N |
'But on my changeful neck as fell the light | I |
'You sweetly said you wish'd no other change | N |
'Than that soft neck could shew to berries bright | I |
'Of mountain ash you fondly could compare | H |
'My scarlet feet and bill my shape and air | H |
'Ah faithless flatterer did you not declare | H |
'The soul of grace and beauty center'd there | H |
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'My eyes you said were opals brightly pink | X |
'Enchas'd in onyx and you seem'd to think | X |
'Each charm might then the coldest heart enthrall | O |
'Those charms were mine Alas I gave you all | O |
'Your farthest wanderings then were but to fetch | Y |
'The pea the tare the beechmast and the vetch | Y |
'For my repast within my rocky bower | R |
'With spleenwort shaded and the blue bell's flower | R |
'For prospects then you never wish'd to roam | Z |
'But the best scenery was our happy home | Z |
'And when beneath my breast then fair and young | X |
'Our first dear pair our earliest nestlings sprung | X |
'And weakly indistinctly tried to coo | X |
'Were not those moments picturesque to you ' | - |
'Yes faith my dear and all you say is true ' | - |
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'Oh hear me then if thus we have been blest | I |
'If on these wings it was your joy to rest | I |
'Love must from habit still new strength be gaining ' | - |
'From habit 'tis of that child I'm complaining | X |
'This everlasting fondness will not be | K |
'For birds of flesh and blood We sha'nt agree | K |
'So why dispute now prithee don't torment me | K |
'I shall not long be gone let that content ye | K |
'Pshaw what a fuss Come no more sighs and groans | M |
'Keep up your spirits mind your little ones | M |
'My journey won't be far my honour's pledged | I |
'I shall be back again before they're fledged | I |
'Give me a kiss and now my dear adieu ' | - |
So light of heart and plumes away he flew | X |
And as above the sheltering rock he springs | M |
She listen'd to the echo of his wings | M |
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Those well known sounds so soothing heretofore | A2 |
Which her heart whisper'd she should hear no more | A2 |
Then to her cold and widow'd bed she crept | I |
Clasp'd her half orphan'd young and wept | I |
Her recreant mate by other views attracted | I |
A very different part enacted | I |
He sought the dove cote and was greeted there | H |
With all that's tonish elegant and rare | H |
Among the pigeon tribes and there the rover | R |
Lived quite in clover | R |
His jolly comrades now were blades of spirit | I |
Their nymphs possess'd most fascinating merit | I |
Nor fail'd our hero of the rock to prove | B2 |
He thought not of inviolable love | U |
To his poor spouse at home He bow'd and sigh'd | I |
Now to a fantail's now a cropper's bride | I |
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Then cow'ring low to a majestic powter | R |
Declared he should not suffer life without her | R |
And then with upturn'd eyes in phrase still humbler | R |
Implor'd the pity of an almond tumbler | R |
Next to a beauteous carrier's feet he'd run | B |
And lived a week the captive of a nun | B |
Thus far in measureless content he revels | M |
And blest the hour when he began his travels | M |
Yet some things soon occurr'd not quite so pleasant | I |
He had observ'd that an unfeeling peasant | I |
It silence mounti | I |
Charlotte Smith
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