To M.l. Gray, Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHDD IJIJKK LMLMBB NONOJJ| Come dear old friend and with us twain | A |
| To calm Digentian groves repair | B |
| The turtle coos his sweet refrain | A |
| And posies are a blooming there | B |
| And there the romping Sabine girls | C |
| Bind myrtle in their lustrous curls | C |
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| I know a certain ilex tree | D |
| Whence leaps a fountain cool and clear | E |
| Its voices summon you and me | D |
| Come let us haste to share its cheer | E |
| Methinks the rapturous song it sings | F |
| Should woo our thoughts from mortal things | F |
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| But good old friend I charge thee well | G |
| Watch thou my brother all the while | H |
| Lest some fair Lydia cast her spell | G |
| Round him unschooled in female guile | H |
| Those damsels have no charms for me | D |
| Guard thou that brother I'll guard thee | D |
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| And lo sweet friend behold this cup | I |
| Round which the garlands intertwine | J |
| With Massic it is foaming up | I |
| And we would drink to thee and thine | J |
| And of the draught thou shalt partake | K |
| Who lov'st us for our father's sake | K |
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| Hark you from yonder Sabine farm | L |
| Echo the songs of long ago | M |
| With power to soothe and grace to charm | L |
| What ills humanity may know | M |
| With that sweet music in the air | B |
| 'T is Love and Summer everywhere | B |
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| So though no grief consumes our lot | N |
| Since all our lives have been discreet | O |
| Come in this consecrated spot | N |
| Let's see if pagan cheer be sweet | O |
| Now then the songs but first more wine | J |
| The gods be with you friends of mine | J |
Eugene Field
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