On A Country Life Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHIIIIJG IIBBKKLLIIMMIINNOOII PPQQIIRRIIIISSTTUUVV WWXYZZIIA2A2IIQQB2B2 C2C2C2D2E2F2F2G2G2H2 H2I2I2IIIJ2K2IIIIIIL 2L2TTPPM2N2I hate the clamours of the smoky towns | A |
But much admire the bliss of rural clowns | A |
Where some remains of innocence appear | B |
Where no rude noise insults the listening ear | C |
Nought but soft zephyrs whispering through the trees | D |
Or the still humming of the painful bees | D |
The gentle murmurs of a purling rill | E |
Or the unwearied chirping of the drill | E |
The charming harmony of warbling birds | F |
Or hollow lowings of the grazing herds | F |
The murmuring stockdoves melancholy coo | G |
When they their loved mates lament or woo | G |
The pleasing bleatings of the tender lambs | H |
Or the indistinct mum'ling of their dams | H |
The musical discord of chiding hounds | I |
Whereto the echoing hill or rock resounds | I |
The rural mournful songs of lovesick swains | I |
Whereby they soothe their raging amorous pains | I |
The whistling music of the lagging plough | J |
Which does the strength of drooping beasts renew | G |
And as the country rings with pleasant sounds | I |
So with delightful prospects it abounds | I |
Through every season of the sliding year | B |
Unto the ravish'd sight new scenes appear | B |
In the sweet spring the sun's prolific ray | K |
Does painted flowers to the mild air display | K |
Then opening buds then tender herbs are seen | L |
And the bare fields are all array'd in green | L |
In ripening summer the full laden vales | I |
Gives prospect of employment for the flails | I |
Each breath of wind the bearded groves makes bend | M |
Which seems the fatal sickle to portend | M |
In Autumn that repays the labourer's pains | I |
Reapers sweep down the honours of the plains | I |
Anon black Winter from the frozen north | N |
Its treasuries of snow and hail pours forth | N |
Then stormy winds blow through the hazy sky | O |
In desolation nature seems to lie | O |
The unstain'd snow from the full clouds descends | I |
Whose sparkling lustre open eyes offends | I |
In maiden white the glittering fields do shine | P |
Then bleating flocks for want of food repine | P |
With wither'd eyes they see all snow around | Q |
And with their fore feet paw and scrape the ground | Q |
They cheerfully do crop the insipid grass | I |
The shepherds sighing cry Alas alas | I |
Then pinching want the wildest beast does tame | R |
Then huntsmen on the snow do trace their game | R |
Keen frost then turns the liquid lakes to glass | I |
Arrests the dancing rivulets as they pass | I |
How sweet and innocent are country sports | I |
And as men's tempers various are their sorts | I |
You on the banks of soft meandering Tweed | S |
May in your toils ensnare the watery breed | S |
And nicely lead the artificial flee | T |
Which when the nimble watchful trout does see | T |
He at the bearded hook will briskly spring | U |
Then in that instant twieth your hairy string | U |
And when he's hook'd you with a constant hand | V |
May draw him struggling to the fatal land | V |
Then at fit seasons you may clothe your hook | W |
With a sweet bait dress'd by a faithless cook | W |
The greedy pike darts to't with eager haste | X |
And being struck in vain he flies at last | Y |
He rages storms and flounces through the stream | Z |
But all alas his life cannot redeem | Z |
At other times you may pursue the chase | I |
And hunt the nimble hare from place to place | I |
See when the dog is just upon the grip | A2 |
Out at a side she'll make a handsome skip | A2 |
And ere he can divert his furious course | I |
She far before him scours with all her force | I |
She'll shift and many times run the same ground | Q |
At last outwearied by the stronger hound | Q |
She falls a sacrifice unto his hate | B2 |
And with sad piteous screams laments her fate | B2 |
See how the hawk doth take his towering flight | C2 |
And in his course outflies our very sight | C2 |
Bears down the fluttering fowl with all his might | C2 |
See how the wary gunner casts about | D2 |
Watching the fittest posture when to shoot | E2 |
Quick as the fatal lightning blasts the oak | F2 |
He gives the springing fowl a sudden stroke | F2 |
He pours upon't a shower of mortal lead | G2 |
And ere the noise is heard the fowl is dead | G2 |
Sometimes he spreads his hidden subtile snare | H2 |
Of which the entangled fowl was not aware | H2 |
Through pathless wastes he doth pursue his sport | I2 |
Where nought but moor fowl and wild beasts resort | I2 |
When the noon sun directly darts his beams | I |
Upon your giddy heads with fiery gleams | I |
Then you may bathe yourself in cooling streams | I |
Or to the sweet adjoining grove retire | J2 |
Where trees with interwoven boughs conspire | K2 |
To form a grateful shade there rural swains | I |
Do tune their oaten reeds to rural strains | I |
The silent birds sit listening on the sprays | I |
And in soft charming notes do imitate their lays | I |
There you may stretch yourself upon the grass | I |
And lull'd with music to kind slumbers pass | I |
No meagre cares your fancy will distract | L2 |
And on that scene no tragic fears will act | L2 |
Save the dear image of a charming she | T |
Nought will the object of your vision be | T |
Away the vicious pleasures of the town | P |
Let empty partial fortune on me frown | P |
But grant ye powers that it may be my lot | M2 |
To live in peace from noisy towns remote | N2 |
James Thomson
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