The Borough. Letter Ix: Amusements Poem Rhyme Scheme

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OF our Amusements ask you We amuse	A
Ourselves and friends with seaside walks and views	A
Or take a morning ride a novel or the news	A
Or seeking nothing glide about the street	B
And so engaged with various parties meet	B
Awhile we stop discourse of wind and tide	C
Bathing and books the raffle and the ride	C
Thus with the aid which shops and sailing give	D
Life passes on 'tis labour but we live	E
When evening comes our invalids awake	F
Nerves cease to tremble heads forbear to ache	F
Then cheerful meals the sunken spirits raise	G
Cards or the dance wine visiting or plays	G
Soon as the season comes and crowds arrive	E
To their superior rooms the wealthy drive	E
Others look round for lodging snug and small	H
Such is their taste they've hatred to a hall	H
Hence one his fav'rite habitation gets	I
The brick floor'd parlour which the butcher lets	I
Where through his single light he may regard	J
The various business of a common yard	J
Bounded by backs of buildings form'd of clay	K
By stable sties and coops et caetera	L
The needy vain themselves awhile to shun	M
For dissipation to these dog holes run	M
Where each assuming petty pomp appears	N
And quite forgets the shopboard and the shears	O
For them are cheap amusements they may slip	P
Beyond the town and take a private dip	P
When they may urge that to be safe they mean	Q
They've heard there's danger in a light machine	Q
They too can gratis move the quays about	R
And gather kind replies to every doubt	R
There they a pacing lounging tribe may view	S
The stranger's guides who've little else to do	S
The Borough's placemen where no more they gain	T
Than keeps them idle civil poor and vain	T
Then may the poorest with the wealthy look	U
On ocean glorious page of Nature's book	U
May see its varying views in every hour	L
All softness now then rising with all power	L
As sleeping to invite or threat'ning to devour	L
'Tis this which gives us all our choicest views	A
Its waters heal us and its shores amuse	A
See those fair nymphs upon that rising strand	V
Yon long salt lake has parted from the land	V
Well pleased to press that path so clean so pure	L
To seem in danger yet to feel secure	L
Trifling with terror while they strive to shun	M
The curling billows laughing as they run	M
They know the neck that joins the shore and sea	W
Or ah how changed that fearless laugh would be	W
Observe how various Parties take their way	K
By seaside walks or make the sand hills gay	K
There group'd are laughing maids and sighing	X
	-
swains	W
And some apart who feel unpitied pains	W
Pains from diseases pains which those who feel	Y
To the physician not the fair reveal	Y
For nymphs propitious to the lover's sigh	Z
Leave these poor patients to complain and die	Z
Lo where on that huge anchor sadly leans	W
That sick tall figure lost in other scenes	W
He late from India's clime impatient sail'd	A2
There as his fortune grew his spirits fail'd	A2
For each delight in search of wealth he went	B2
For ease alone the wealth acquired is spent	B2
And spent in vain enrich'd aggrieved he sees	W
The envied poor possess'd of joy and ease	W
And now he flies from place to place to gain	T
Strength for enjoyment and still flies in vain	T
Mark with what sadness of that pleasant crew	S
Boist'rous in mirth he takes a transient view	S
And fixing then his eye upon the sea	W
Thinks what has been and what must shortly be	W
Is it not strange that man should health destroy	L
For joys that come when he is dead to joy	L
Now is it pleasant in the Summer eve	C2
When a broad shore retiring waters leave	C2
Awhile to wait upon the firm fair sand	V
When all is calm at sea all still at land	V
And there the ocean's produce to explore	L
As floating by or rolling on the shore	L
Those living jellies which the flesh inflame	D2
Fierce as a nettle and from that its name	D2
Some in huge masses some that you may bring	X
In the small compass of a lady's ring	X
Figured by hand divine there's not a gem	E2
Wrought by man's art to be compared to them	E2
Soft brilliant tender through the wave they	K
	-
glow	F2
And make the moonbeam brighter where they flow	F2
Involved in sea wrack here you find a race	W
Which science doubting knows not where to place	W
On shell or stone is dropp'd the embryo seed	G2
And quickly vegetates a vital breed	G2
While thus with pleasing wonder you inspect	H2
Treasures the vulgar in their scorn reject	H2
See as they float along th' entangled weeds	W
Slowly approach upborne on bladdery beads	W
Wait till they land and you shall then behold	I2
The fiery sparks those tangled fronds infold	I2
Myriads of living points th' unaided eye	Z
Can but the fire and not the form descry	L
And now your view upon the ocean turn	J2
And there the splendour of the waves discern	J2
Cast but a stone or strike them with an oar	L
And you shall flames within the deep explore	L
Or scoop the stream phosphoric as you stand	I2
And the cold flames shall flash along your hand	I2
When lost in wonder you shall walk and gaze	W
On weeds that sparkle and on waves that blaze	W
The ocean too has Winter views serene	Q
When all you see through densest fog is seen	Q
When you can hear the fishers near at hand	I2
Distinctly speak yet see not where they stand	I2
Or sometimes them and not their boat discern	J2
Or half conceal'd some figure at the stern	J2
The view's all bounded and from side to side	I2
Your utmost prospect but a few ells wide	I2
Boys who on shore to sea the pebble cast	I2
Will hear it strike against the viewless mast	I2
While the stern boatman growls his fierce disdain	T
At whom he knows not whom he threats in vain	T
Tis pleasant then to view the nets float past	I2
Net after net till you have seen the last	I2
And as you wait till all beyond you slip	P
A boat comes gliding from an anchor'd ship	P
Breaking the silence with the dipping oar	L
And their own tones as labouring for the shore	L
Those measured tones which with the scene agree	L
And give a sadness to serenity	L
All scenes like these the tender Maid should	I2
	-
shun	M
Nor to a misty beach in autumn run	M
Much should she guard against the evening cold	I2
And her slight shape with fleecy warmth infold	I2
This she admits but not with so much ease	W
Gives up the night walk when th' attendants please	W
Her have I seen pale vapour'd through the day	I2
With crowded parties at the midnight play	I2
Faint in the morn no powers could she exert	I2
At night with Pam delighted and alert	I2
In a small shop she's raffled with a crowd	I2
Breath'd the thick air and cough'd and laugh'd	I2
	-
aloud	I2
She who will tremble if her eye explore	L
'The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on	K2
	-
floor '	-
Whom the kind doctor charged with shaking head	I2
At early hour to quit the beaux for bed	I2
She has contemning fear gone down the dance	W
Till she perceived the rosy morn advance	W
Then has she wonder'd fainting o'er her tea	I2
Her drops and julep should so useless be	I2
Ah sure her joys must ravish every sense	W
Who buys a portion at such vast expense	W
Among those joys 'tis one at eve to sail	L2
On the broad River with a favourite gale	L2
When no rough waves upon the bosom ride	I2
But the keel cuts nor rises on the tide	I2
Safe from the stream the nearer gunwale stands	W
Where playful children trail their idle hands	W
Or strive to catch long grassy leaves that float	I2
On either side of the impeded boat	I2
What time the moon arising shows the mud	I2
A shining border to the silver flood	I2
When by her dubious light the meanest views	W
Chalk stones and stakes obtain the richest hues	W
And when the cattle as they gazing stand	I2
Seem nobler objects than when view'd from land	I2
Then anchor'd vessels in the way appear	L
And sea boys greet them as they pass 'What cheer '	-
The sleeping shell ducks at the sound arise	W
And utter loud their unharmonious cries	W
Fluttering they move their weedy beds among	M2
Or instant diving hide their plumeless young	M2
Along the wall returning from the town	N2
The weary rustic homeward wanders down	N2
Who stops	W

George Crabbe

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