A Pastoral Entertainment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFGGHHGGGGII JJJJGGHHGHGGKHHGGLMM MHN| While in heroic numbers some relate | A |
| The amazing turns of wise eternal fate | A |
| Exploits of heroes in the dusty field | B |
| That to their name immortal honour yield | B |
| Grant me ye powers by the limpid spring | C |
| The harmless of the plain to sing | C |
| A wreath of flowers cull'd from the | D |
| Is all the my humble muse demands | E |
| Now blithsome shepherds by the early dawn | F |
| Their new shorn flocks drive to the dewy lawn | F |
| While in a bleating language each salutes | G |
| The welcome morning and their fellow brutes | G |
| Then all prepared for the rural feast | H |
| And in their finest Sunday habits drest | H |
| The crystal brook supplied the mirror's place | G |
| They bathed and viewed their cleanly face | G |
| And nymphs resorted to the fields | G |
| Pomp the country yields | G |
| The place appointed was a spacious vale | I |
| Fann'd always by a cooling western gale | I |
| Which in soft breezes through the meadows stray | J |
| And steals the ripened fragrancies away | J |
| Here every shepherd might his flocks survey | J |
| Securely roam and take his harmless play | J |
| And here were flowers each shepherdess to grace | G |
| On her fair bosom courting but a place | G |
| How in this vale beneath a grateful shade | H |
| By twining boughs of spreading made | H |
| On seats of homely turf themselves they place | G |
| And cheerfully enjoyed the rural feast | H |
| Consisting of the produce of the fields | G |
| And all the luxury the country yields | G |
| No maddening liquors spoil'd their harmless mirth | K |
| But an untainted spring their thirst allayed | H |
| Which in meadows through the valley strayed | H |
| Thrice happy swains who spend your golden days | G |
| In pastime and when night displays | G |
| Her sable shade to peaceful huts retire | L |
| Can any man a sweeter bliss desire | M |
| In ancient times so pass'd the smiling hour | M |
| When our first parents lived in Eden's bower | M |
| E'er care and trouble were pronounced | H |
| Or sin had blasted the creation | N |
James Thomson
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