Sheep-sheering Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJEKELMNOPQR STUVWXYZZA2B2C2D2E2F 2ZZG2H2I2ZZJ2E2K2L2Z XM2ZN2

In one diffusive bandA
They drive the troubled flocks by many a dogB
Compell'd to where the mazy running brookC
Forms a deep pool this bank abrupt and highD
And that fair spreading in a pebbled shoreE
Urged to the giddy brink much is the toilF
The clamour much of men and boys and dogsG
Ere the soft fearful people to the floodH
Commit their woolly sides And oft the swainI
On some impatient seizing hurls them inJ
Embolden'd then nor hesitating moreE
Fast fast they plunge amid the flashing waveK
And panting labour to the farther shoreE
Repeated this till deep the well wash'd fleeceL
Has drunk the flood and from his lively hauntM
The trout is banish'd by the sordid streamN
Heavy and dripping to the breezy browO
Slow move the harmless race where as they spreadP
Inly disturbed and wondering what this wildQ
Outrageous tumult means their loud complaintsR
The coutry fill and toss'd from rock to rockS
Incessant bleatings run around the hillsT
At last of snowy white the gather'd flocksU
Are in the wattled pen innumerous press'dV
Head above head and ranged in lusty rowsW
The shepherds sit and whet the sounding shearsX
The housewife waits to roll her fleecy storesY
With all her gay dress'd maids attending roundZ
One chief in gracious dignity enthronedZ
Shines o'er the rest the pastoral queen and raysA2
Her smiles sweet beaming on her shepherd kingB2
While the glad circle round them yield their soulsC2
To festive mirth and wit that knows no gallD2
Meantime their joyous task goes on apaceE2
Some mingling stir the melted tar and someF2
Deep on the new shorn vagrant's heaving sideZ
To stamp the master's cipher ready standZ
Others th' unwilling wether drag alongG2
And glorying in his might the sturdy boyH2
Holds by the twisted horns the indignant ramI2
Behold where bound and of its robe bereftZ
By needy man that all depending lordZ
How meek how patient the mild creature liesJ2
What softness in its melancholy faceE2
What dumb complaining innocence appearsK2
Fear not ye gentle tribes 'tis not the knifeL2
Of horrid slaughter that is o'er you wavedZ
No 'tis the tender swain's well guided shearsX
Who having now to pay his annual careM2
Borrow'd your fleece to you a cumbrous loadZ
Will send you bounding to your hills againN2

James Thomson



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