Hymn On Solitude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCDDEEFF GGHHDDIIJJKKLLMM NNOOPPQQ IIRSQQLL TTUUVVIW| A | |
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| Hail mildly pleasing solitude | B |
| Companion of the wise and good | C |
| But from whose holy piercing eye | D |
| The herd of fools and villains fly | D |
| Oh how I love with thee to walk | E |
| And listen to thy whisper'd talk | E |
| Which innocence and truth imparts | F |
| And melts the most obdurate hearts | F |
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| A thousand shapes you wear with ease | G |
| And still in every shape you please | G |
| Now wrapt in some mysterious dream | H |
| A lone philosopher you seem | H |
| Now quick from hill to vale you fly | D |
| And now you sweep the vaulted sky | D |
| A shepherd next you haunt the plain | I |
| And warble forth your oaten strain | I |
| A lover now with all the grace | J |
| Of that sweet passion in your face | J |
| Then calm'd to friendship you assume | K |
| The gentle looking Hertford's bloom | K |
| As with her Musidora she | L |
| Her Musidora fond of thee | L |
| Amid the long withdrawing vale | M |
| Awakes the rival'd nightingale | M |
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| Thine is the balmy breath of morn | N |
| Just as the dew bent rose is born | N |
| And while meridian fervours beat | O |
| Thine is the woodland dumb retreat | O |
| But chief when evening scenes decay | P |
| And the faint landskip swims away | P |
| Thine is the doubtful soft decline | Q |
| And that best hour of musing thine | Q |
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| Descending angels bless thy train | I |
| The virtues of the sage and swain | I |
| Plain Innocence in white array'd | R |
| Before thee lifts her fearless head | S |
| Religion's beams around thee shine | Q |
| And cheer thy glooms with light divine | Q |
| About thee sports sweet Liberty | L |
| And rapt Urania sings to thee | L |
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| Oh let me pierce thy secret cell | T |
| And in thy deep recesses dwell | T |
| Perhaps from Norwood's oak clad hill | U |
| When meditation has her fill | U |
| I just may cast my careless eyes | V |
| Where London's spiry turrets rise | V |
| Think of its crimes its cares its pain | I |
| Then shield me in the woods again | W |
James Thomson
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