The Hares, A Fable. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGHHIIJJKK LL MM NNOOOO OOPPQRSTDDUUVVWXYYZZ OOA2A2OOCCOOB2 C2C2D2D2 E2F2OOG2G2H2H2I2I2J2 J2OOK2K2OOL2L2L2L2M2 M2OOL2L2L2L2M2M2 H2H2OON2N2L2L2O2O2P2 P2H2H2 L2L2Q2DD2D2OOH2I2XWR 2R2OOO L2L2S2S2L2L2L2L2OO H2H2S2S2L2L2L2L2OOT2 T2 L2L2L2L2L2L2YYD2D2OO M2M2OOL2L2 L2L2L2L2L2L2U2U2L2L2 OOOOOOL2L2OOXWYY I2I2L2L2OOS2S2OOZZV2 I2IW2X2O2OOT2U2| 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 |
| - | |
| But here perhaps it may avail | M |
| T'enforce our reasoning with a tale | M |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| '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 |
James Beattie
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