Ode On Lord Hay's Birthday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEED FGFGHIJKKJ LMLMNNOPPO QRQRSSTUUT BRBRVVKWWK XYXYPPBPPB ZA2ZA2B2B2GC2C2G VD2VE2MMXF2F2X G2H2G2I2J2J2IOOI NK2NK2L2L2ASSAA Muse unskill'd in venal praise | A |
Unstain'd with flattery's art | B |
Who loves simplicity of lays | A |
Breathed ardent from the heart | B |
While gratitude and joy inspire | C |
Resumes the long unpractised lyre | C |
To hail O H thy Natal Morn | D |
No gaudy wreathe of flowers she weaves | E |
But twines with oak the laurel leaves | E |
Thy cradle to adorn | D |
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For not on beds of gaudy flowers | F |
Thine ancestors reclined | G |
Where Sloth dissolves and Spleen devours | F |
All energy of mind | G |
To hurl the dart to ride the car | H |
To stem the deluges of war | I |
And snatch from fate a sinking land | J |
Tremble th' Invader's lofty crest | K |
And from his grasp the dagger wrest | K |
And desolating brand | J |
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'Twas this that raised th' illustrious Line | L |
To match the first in Fame | M |
A thousand years have seen it shine | L |
With unabated flame | M |
Have seen thy mighty Sires appear | N |
Foremost in Glory's high career | N |
The pride and pattern of the Brave | O |
Yet pure from lust of blood their sire | P |
And from Ambition's wild desire | P |
They triumph'd but to save | O |
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The Muse with joy attends their way | Q |
The vale of Peace along | R |
There to its Lord the village gay | Q |
Renews the grateful song | R |
Yon castle's glittering towers contain | S |
No pit of wo nor clanking chain | S |
Nor to the suppliant's wail resound | T |
The open doors the needy bless | U |
Th' unfriended hail their calm recess | U |
And gladness smiles around | T |
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There to the sympathetic heart | B |
Life's best delights belong | R |
To mitigate the mourner's smart | B |
To guard the weak from wrong | R |
Ye Sons of Luxury be wise | V |
Know happiness for ever flies | V |
The cold and solitary breast | K |
Then let the social instinct glow | W |
And learn to feel another's wo | W |
And in his joy be bless'd | K |
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O yet ere Pleasure plant her snare | X |
For unsuspecting youth | Y |
Ere Flattery her song prepare | X |
To check the voice of Truth | Y |
O may his country's guardian Power | P |
Attend the slumbering Infant's bower | P |
And bright inspiring dreams impart | B |
To rouse th' hereditary fire | P |
To kindle each sublime desire | P |
Exalt and warm the heart | B |
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Swift to reward a Parent's fears | Z |
A Parent's hopes to crown | A2 |
Roll on in peace ye blooming years | Z |
That rear him to renown | A2 |
When in his finish'd form and face | B2 |
Admiring multitudes shall trace | B2 |
Each patrimonial charm combined | G |
The courteous yet majestic mien | C2 |
The liberal smile the look serene | C2 |
The great and gentle mind | G |
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Yet though thou draw a nation's eyes | V |
And win a nation's love | D2 |
Let not thy towering mind despise | V |
The village and the grove | E2 |
No slander there shall wound thy fame | M |
No ruffian take his deadly aim | M |
No rival weave the secret snare | X |
For Innocence with angel smile | F2 |
Simplicity that knows no guile | F2 |
And Love and Peace are there | X |
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When winds the mountain oak assail | G2 |
And lay its glories waste | H2 |
Content may slumber in the vale | G2 |
Unconscious of the blast | I2 |
Through scenes of tumult while we roam | J2 |
The heart alas is ne'er at home | J2 |
It hopes in time to roam no more | I |
The mariner not vainly brave | O |
Combats the storm and rides the wave | O |
To rest at last on shore | I |
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Ye proud ye selfish ye severe | N |
How vain your mask of state | K2 |
The good alone have joy sincere | N |
The good alone are great | K2 |
Great when amid the vale of peace | L2 |
They bid the plaint of sorrow cease | L2 |
And hear the voice of artless praise | A |
As when along the trophied plain | S |
Sublime they lead the victor train | S |
While shouting nations gaze | A |
James Beattie
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