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The Hares, A Fable. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Yes yes I grant the sons of earth	A
Are doom'd to trouble from their birth	A
We all of sorrow have our share	B
But say is yours without compare	B
Look round the world perhaps you'll find	C
Each individual of our kind	C
Press'd with an equal load of ill	D
Equal at least Look further still	D
And own your lamentable case	E
Is little short of happiness	F
In yonder hut that stands alone	G
Attend to Famine's feeble moan	G
Or view the couch where Sickness lies	H
Mark his pale cheek and languid eyes	H
His frame by strong convulsion torn	I
His struggling sighs and looks forlorn	I
Or see transfix'd with keener pangs	J
Where o'er his hoard the miser hangs	J
Whistles the wind he starts he stares	K
Nor Slumber's balmy blessing shares	K
Despair Remorse and Terror roll	L
Their tempests on his harass'd soul	L
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But here perhaps it may avail	M
T'enforce our reasoning with a tale	M
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Mild was the morn the sky serene	N
The jolly hunting band convene	N
The beagle's breast with ardour burns	O
The bounding steed the champaign spurns	O
And Fancy oft the game descries	O
Through the hound's nose and huntsman's eyes	O
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Just then a council of the hares	O
Had met on national affairs	O
The chiefs were set while o'er their head	P
The furze its frizzled covering spread	P
Long lists of grievances were heard	Q
And general discontent appear'd	R
'Our harmless race shall every savage	S
Both quadruped and biped ravage	T
Shall horses hounds and hunters still	D
Unite their wits to work us ill	D
The youth his parent's sole delight	U
Whose tooth the dewy lawns invite	U
Whose pulse in every vein beats strong	V
Whose limbs leap light the vales along	V
May yet ere noontide meet his death	W
And lie dismember'd on the heath	X
For youth alas nor cautious age	Y
Nor strength nor speed eludes their rage	Y
In every field we meet the foe	Z
Each gale comes fraught with sounds of wo	Z
The morning but awakes our fears	O
The evening sees us bathed in tears	O
But must we ever idly grieve	A2
Nor strive our fortunes to relieve	A2
Small is each individual's force	O
To stratagem be our recourse	O
And then from all our tribes combined	C
The murderer to his cost may find	C
No foes are weak whom Justice arms	O
Whom Concord leads and Hatred warms	O
Be roused or liberty acquire	B2
Or in the great attempt expire '	-
He said no more for in his breast	C2
Conflicting thoughts the voice suppress'd	C2
The fire of vengeance seem'd to stream	D2
From his swoln eyeball's yellow gleam	D2
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And now the tumults of the war	E2
Mingling confusedly from afar	F2
Swell in the wind Now louder cries	O
Distinct of hounds and men arise	O
Forth from the brake with beating heart	G2
Th' assembled hares tumultuous start	G2
And every straining nerve on wing	H2
Away precipitately spring	H2
The hunting band a signal given	I2
Thick thundering o'er the plain are driven	I2
O'er cliff abrupt and shrubby mound	J2
And river broad impetuous bound	J2
Now plunge amid the forest shades	O
Glance through the openings of the glades	O
Now o'er the level valley sweep	K2
Now with short steps strain up the steep	K2
While backward from the hunter's eyes	O
The landscape like a torrent flies	O
At last an ancient wood they gain'd	L2
By pruner's axe yet unprofaned	L2
High o'er the rest by Nature rear'd	L2
The oak's majestic boughs appear'd	L2
Beneath a copse of various hue	M2
In barbarous luxuriance grew	M2
No knife had curb'd the rambling sprays	O
No hand had wove th' implicit maze	O
The flowering thorn self taught to wind	L2
The hazle's stubborn stem entwined	L2
And bramble twigs were wreathed around	L2
And rough furze crept along the ground	L2
Here sheltering from the sons of murther	M2
The hares drag their tired limbs no further	M2
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But lo the western wind erelong	H2
Was loud and roar'd the woods among	H2
From rustling leaves and crashing boughs	O
The sound of wo and war arose	O
The hares distracted scour the grove	N2
As terror and amazement drove	N2
But danger wheresoe'er they fled	L2
Still seem'd impending o'er their head	L2
Now crowded in a grotto's gloom	O2
All hope extinct they wait their doom	O2
Dire was the silence till at length	P2
Even from despair deriving strength	P2
With bloody eye and furious look	H2
A daring youth arose and spoke	H2
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'O wretched race the scorn of Fate	L2
Whom ills of every sort await	L2
O cursed with keenest sense to feel	Q2
The sharpest sting of every ill	D
Say ye who fraught with mighty scheme	D2
Of liberty and vengeance dream	D2
What now remains To what recess	O
Shall we our weary steps address	O
Since fate is evermore pursuing	H2
All ways and means to work our ruin	I2
Are we alone of all beneath	X
Condemn'd to misery worse than death	W
Must we with fruitless labour strive	R2
In misery worse than death to live	R2
No Be the smaller ill our choice	O
So dictates Nature's powerful voice	O
Death's pang will in a moment cease	O
And then All hail eternal peace '	-
Thus while he spoke his words impart	L2
The dire resolve to every heart	L2
A distant lake in prospect lay	S2
That glittering in the solar ray	S2
Gleam'd through the dusky trees and shot	L2
A trembling light along the grott	L2
Thither with one consent they bend	L2
Their sorrows with their lives to end	L2
While each in thought already hears	O
The water hissing in his ears	O
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Fast by the margin of the lake	H2
Conceal'd within a thorny brake	H2
A Linnet sat whose careless lay	S2
Amused the solitary day	S2
Careless he sung for on his breast	L2
Sorrow no lasting trace impress'd	L2
When suddenly he heard a sound	L2
Of swift feet traversing the ground	L2
Quick to the neighbouring tree he flies	O
Thence trembling cast around his eyes	O
No foe appear'd his fears were vain	T2
Pleased he renews the sprightly strain	T2
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The hares whose noise had caused his fright	L2
Saw with surprise the linnet's flight	L2
Is there on earth a wretch they said	L2
Whom our approach can strike with dread	L2
An instantaneous change of thought	L2
To tumult every bosom wrought	L2
So fares the system building sage	Y
Who plodding on from youth to age	Y
At last on some foundation dream	D2
Has rear'd aloft his goodly scheme	D2
And proved his predecessors fools	O
And bound all nature by his rules	O
So fares he in that dreadful hour	M2
When injured Truth exerts her power	M2
Some new phenomenon to raise	O
Which bursting on his frighted gaze	O
From its proud summit to the ground	L2
Proves the whole edifice unsound	L2
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'Children ' thus spoke a hare sedate	L2
Who oft had known th' extremes of fate	L2
'In slight events docile mind	L2
May hints of good instruction find	L2
That our condition is the worst	L2
And we with such misfortunes cursed	L2
As all comparison defy	U2
Was late the universal cry	U2
When lo an accident so slight	L2
As yonder little linnet's flight	L2
Has made your stubborn heart confess	O
So your amazement bids me guess	O
That all our load of woes and fears	O
Is but a part of what he bears	O
Where can he rest secure from harms	O
Whom even a helpless hare alarms	O
Yet he repines not at his lot	L2
When pass'd the danger is forgot	L2
On yonder bough he trims his wings	O
And with unusual rapture stings	O
While we less wretched sink beneath	X
Our lighter ills and rush to death	W
No more of this unmeaning rage	Y
But hear my friends the words of age	Y
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'When by the winds of autumn driven	I2
The scatter'd clouds fly cross the heaven	I2
Oft have we from some mountain's head	L2
Beheld th' alternate light and shade	L2
Sweep the long vale Here hovering lours	O
The shadowy cloud there downward pours	O
Streaming direct a flood of day	S2
Which from the view flies swift away	S2
It flies while other shades advance	O
And other streaks of sunshine glance	O
Thus checker'd is the life below	Z
With gleams of joy and clouds of wo	Z
Then hope not while we journey on	V2
Still to be basking in the sun	I2
Nor fear though now in shades ye mourn	I
That sunshine will no more return	W2
If by your terrors overcome	X2
Ye fly before th' approaching gloom	O2
The rapid clouds your flight pursue	O
And darkness still o'ercasts your view	O
Who longs to reach the radiant plain	T2
Must onward urge hi	U2