Pastorals Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFG HIJKFL MNOPQR STUVWA XYFZA2B2 FC2D2E2FF2 G2H2H2I2H2J2 K2L2M2H2H2N2 A A2H2O2H2P2Q2 R2S2H2H2H2T2 ZA2U2JH2V2 AH2W2X2FY2 M2GZ2FH2F2 A2H2A3B3H2H2 E2C3Q2D3E3H2 F3H2ZH2ZG3 H2H3H2I3H2J3 M2H2ZH2K3C3 A L3FH2H2F3A2FGQH2M2 M3H2E2N3A2FO3H2H2P3T 2 K3 H2Q3H2K3H2 ZFA2FH2 H2AA2R3L2 E2A2AH2F K3 H2E2S3H2 GM2H2T3 A2GU3F I3V3L2A A K3H2H2QA3 K3FH2W3H2 AQMX3A2 A H2H2H2FFA2Y3H2H2H2Z3 K3H2I3H2K3Q

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How sweet on sunny afternoonsB
For those who journey light and wellC
To loiter up a hilly riseD
Which hides the prospect far beyondE
And fancy all the landscape lyingF
Beautiful and stillG
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Beneath a sky of summer blueH
Whose rounded cloudlets folded softI
Gaze on the scene which we awaitJ
And picture from their peacefulnessK
So calmly to the earth incliningF
Float those loving shapesL
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Like airy brides each singling outM
A spot to love and bless with loveN
Their creamy bosoms glowing warmO
Till distance weds them to the hillsP
And with its latest gleam the riverQ
Sinks in their embraceR
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And silverly the river runsS
And many a graceful wind he makesT
By fields where feed the happy flocksU
And hedge rows hushing pleasant lanesV
The charms of English home reflectedW
In his shining eyeA
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Ancestral oak broad foliaged elmX
Rich meadows sunned and starred with flowersY
The cottage breathing tender smokeF
Against the brooding golden airZ
With glimpses of a stately mansionA2
On a woodland swardB2
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And circling round as with a ringF
The distance spreading amber hazeC2
Enclosing hills and pastures sweetD2
A depth of soft and mellow lightE2
Which fills the heart with sudden yearningF
Aimless and sereneF2
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No disenchantment follows hereG2
For nature's inspiration movesH2
The dream which she herself fulfilsH2
And he whose heart like valley warmthI2
Steams up with joy at scenes like thisH2
Shall never be forlornJ2
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And O for any human soulK2
The rapture of a wide surveyL2
A valley sweeping to the WestM2
With all its wealth of lovelinessH2
Is more than recompense for daysH2
That taught us to endureN2
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IIA
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Yon upland slope which hides the sunA2
Ascending from his eastern deepsH2
And now against the hues of dawnO2
One level line of tillage rearsH2
The furrowed brow of toil and timeP2
To many it is but a sweep of landQ2
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To others 'tis an Autumn trustR2
But unto me a mysteryS2
An influence strange and swift as dreamsH2
A whispering of old romanceH2
A temple naked to the cloudsH2
Or one of nature's bosoms fresh revealedT2
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Heaving with adoration thereZ
The work of husbandry is doneA2
And daily bread is daily earnedU2
Nor seems there ought to indicateJ
The springs which move in me such thoughtsH2
But from my soul a spirit calls them upV2
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All day into the open skyA
All night to the eternal starsH2
For ever both at morn and eveW2
Men mellow distances draw nearX2
And shadows lengthen in the duskF
Athwart the heavens it rolls its glimmering lineY2
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When twilight from the dream hued WestM2
Sighs hush and all the land is stillG
When from the lush empurpling EastZ2
The twilight of the crowing cockF
Peers on the drowsy village roofsH2
Athwart the heavens that glimmering line is seenF2
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And now beneath the rising sunA2
Whose shining chariot overpeersH2
The irradiate ridge while fetlock deepA3
In the rich soil his coursers plungeB3
How grand in robes of light it looksH2
How glorious with rare suggestive graceH2
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The ploughman mounting up the heightE2
Becomes a glowing shape as thoughC3
'Twere young Triptolemus plough in handQ2
While Ceres in her amber scarfD3
With gentle love directs him howE3
To wed the willing earth and hope for fruitsH2
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The furrows running up are fraughtF3
With meanings there the goddess walksH2
While Proserpine is young and thereZ
'Mid the late autumn sheaves her voiceH2
Sobbing and choked with dumb despairZ
The nights will hear her wailing for her childG3
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Whatever dim tradition tellsH2
Whatever history may revealH3
Or fancy from her starry browsH2
Of light or dreamful lustre shedI3
Could not at this sweet time increaseH2
The quiet consecration of the spotJ3
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Blest with the sweat of labour blestM2
With the young sun's first vigorous beamsH2
Village hope and harvest prayerZ
The heart that throbs beneath it holdsH2
A bliss so perfect in itselfK3
Men's thoughts must borrow rather than bestowC3
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IIIA
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Now standing on this hedgeside pathL3
Up which the evening winds are blowingF
Wildly from the lingering linesH2
Of sunset o'er the hillsH2
Unaided by one motive thoughtF3
My spirit with a strange impulsionA2
Rises like a fledglingF
Whose wings are not mature but stillG
Supported by its strong desireQ
Beats up its native air and leavesH2
The tender mother's nestM2
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Great music under heaven is madeM3
And in the track of rushing darknessH2
Comes the solemn shape of nightE2
And broods above the earthN3
A thing of Nature am I nowA2
Abroad without a sense or feelingF
Born not of her bosomO3
Content with all her truths and fatesH2
Ev'n as yon strip of grass that bowsH2
Above the new born violet bloomP3
And sings with wood and fieldT2
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IVK3
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Lo as a tree whose wintry twigsH2
Drink in the sun with fibrous joyQ3
And down into its dampest rootsH2
Thrills quickened with the draught of lifeK3
I wake unto the dawn and leave my griefs to drowseH2
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I rise and drink the fresh sweet airZ
Each draught a future bud of SpringF
Each glance of blue a birth of greenA2
I will not mimic yonder oakF
That dallies with dead leaves ev'n while the primrose peepsH2
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But full of these warm whispering beamsH2
Like Memnon in his mother's eyeA
Aurora when the statue stoneA2
Moaned soft to her pathetic touchR3
My soul shall own its parent in the founts of dayL2
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And ever in the recurring lightE2
True to the primal joy of dawnA2
Forget its barren griefs and ayeA
Like aspens in the faintest breezeH2
Turn all its silver sides and tremble into songF
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VK3
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Now from the meadow floods the wild duck clamoursH2
Now the wood pigeon wings a rapid flightE2
Now the homeward rookery follows up its vanguardS3
And the valley mists are curling up the hillsH2
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Three short songs gives the clear voiced throstleG
Sweetening the twilight ere he fills the nestM2
While the little bird upon the leafless branchesH2
Tweets to its mate a tiny loving noteT3
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Deeper the stillness hangs on every motionA2
Calmer the silence follows every callG
Now all is quiet save the roosting pheasantU3
The bell wether's tinkle and the watch dog's barkF
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Softly shine the lights from the silent kindling homesteadI3
Stars of the hearth to the shepherd in the foldV3
Springs of desire to the traveller on the roadwayL2
Ever breathing incense to the ever blessing skyA
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VIA
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How barren would this valley beK3
Without the golden orb that gazesH2
On it broadening to huesH2
Of rose and spreading wings of amberQ
Blessing it before it falls asleepA3
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How barren would this valley beK3
Without the human lives now beatingF
In it or the throbbing heartsH2
Far distant who their flower of childhoodW3
Cherish here and water it with tearsH2
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How barren should I be were IA
Without above that loving splendourQ
Shedding light and warmth withoutM
Some kindred natures of my kindX3
To joy in me or yearn towards me nowA2
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VIIA
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Summer glows warm on the meadows and speedwell and gold cups and daisiesH2
Darken 'mid deepening masses of sorrel and shadowy grassesH2
Show the ripe hue to the farmer and summon the scythe and the hay makersH2
Down from the village and now even now the air smells of the mowingF
And the sharp song of the scythe whistles daily from dawn till the gloamingF
Wears its cool star sweet and welcome to all flaming faces afield nowA2
Heavily weighs the hot season and drowses the darkening foliageY3
Drooping with languor the white cloud floats but sails not for windlessH2
Heaven's blue tents it no lark singing up in its fleecy white valleysH2
Up in its fairy white valleys once feathered with minstrels melodiousH2
With the invisible joy that wakes dawn o'er the green fields of EnglandZ3
Summer glows warm on the meadows then come let us roam thro' them gailyK3
Heedless of heat and the hot kissing sun and the fear of dark frecklesH2
Never one kiss will he give on a neck or a lily white foreheadI3
Chin hand or bosom uncovered all panting to take the chance coolnessH2
But full sure the fiery pressure leaves seal of espousalK3
Heed him not come tho' he kiss till the soft little upperQ

George Meredith



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