The Four Seasons : Winter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIBJKLMNOEPAQ ERSTEEUVDWXYZPZYA2B2 EZC2EAD2EE2EF2C2A2EG 2H2I2ED2EJ2K2EGEL2EE 2EF2EM2WVN2JZEBEZO2D 2P2Q2ZR2ES2T2BU2Q2EE V2W2W2PEW2X2EW2ECY2Z 2W2AEZEZZ2EW2F2C2A3E B3EEW2ZC3EQ2ED3EE3EW 2ZF3W2G3EH3PBW2I3ZC2 W2J3EW2TK3EQ2W2Q2BW2 Y2W2K2R2EL3TXW2K3W2Y 2W2M3EN3| See Winter comes to rule the varied year | A |
| Sullen and sad with all his rising train | B |
| Vapours and clouds and storms Be these my theme | C |
| These that exalt the soul to solemn thought | D |
| And heavenly musing Welcome kindred glooms | E |
| Congenial horrors hail with frequent foot | F |
| Pleased have I in my cheerful morn of life | G |
| When nursed by careless Solitude I lived | H |
| And sung of Nature with unceasing joy | I |
| Pleased have I wander'd through your rough domain | B |
| Trod the pure virgin snows myself as pure | J |
| Heard the winds roar and the big torrent burst | K |
| Or seen the deep fermenting tempest brew'd | L |
| In the grim evening sky Thus pass'd the time | M |
| Till through the lucid chambers of the south | N |
| Look'd out the joyous Spring look'd out and smiled | O |
| To thee the patron of her first essay | E |
| The Muse O Wilmington renews her song | P |
| Since has she rounded the revolving year | A |
| Skimm'd the gay Spring on eagle pinions borne | Q |
| Attempted through the Summer blaze to rise | E |
| Then swept o'er Autumn with the shadowy gale | R |
| And now among the wintry clouds again | S |
| Roll'd in the doubling storm she tries to soar | T |
| To swell her note with all the rushing winds | E |
| To suit her sounding cadence to the floods | E |
| As is her theme her numbers wildly great | U |
| Thrice happy could she fill thy judging ear | V |
| With bold description and with manly thought | D |
| Nor art thou skill'd in awful schemes alone | W |
| And how to make a mighty people thrive | X |
| But equal goodness sound integrity | Y |
| A firm unshaken uncorrupted soul | Z |
| Amid a sliding age and burning strong | P |
| Not vainly blazing for thy country's weal | Z |
| A steady spirit regularly free | Y |
| These each exalting each the statesman light | A2 |
| Into the patriot these the public hope | B2 |
| And eye to thee converting bid the Muse | E |
| Record what envy dares not flattery call | Z |
| Now when the cheerless empire of the sky | C2 |
| To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields | E |
| And fierce Aquarius stains the inverted year | A |
| Hung o'er the farthest verge of Heaven the sun | D2 |
| Scarce spreads through ether the dejected day | E |
| Faint are his gleams and ineffectual shoot | E2 |
| His struggling rays in horizontal lines | E |
| Through the thick air as clothed in cloudy storm | F2 |
| Weak wan and broad he skirts the southern sky | C2 |
| And soon descending to the long dark night | A2 |
| Wide shading all the prostrate world resigns | E |
| Nor is the night unwish'd while vital heat | G2 |
| Light life and joy the dubious day forsake | H2 |
| Meantime in sable cincture shadows vast | I2 |
| Deep tinged and damp and congregated clouds | E |
| And all the vapoury turbulence of Heaven | D2 |
| Involve the face of things Thus Winter falls | E |
| A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world | J2 |
| Through Nature shedding influence malign | K2 |
| And rouses up the seeds of dark disease | E |
| The soul of man dies in him loathing life | G |
| And black with more than melancholy views | E |
| The cattle droop and o'er the furrow'd land | L2 |
| Fresh from the plough the dun discolour'd flocks | E |
| Untended spreading crop the wholesome root | E2 |
| Along the woods along the moorish fens | E |
| Sighs the sad Genius of the coming storm | F2 |
| And up among the loose disjointed cliffs | E |
| And fractured mountains wild the brawling brook | M2 |
| And cave presageful send a hollow moan | W |
| Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear | V |
| Then comes the father of the tempest forth | N2 |
| Wrapt in black glooms First joyless rains obscure | J |
| Drive through the mingling skies with vapour foul | Z |
| Dash on the mountain's brow and shake the woods | E |
| That grumbling wave below The unsightly plain | B |
| Lies a brown deluge as the low bent clouds | E |
| Pour flood on flood yet unexhausted still | Z |
| Combine and deepening into night shut up | O2 |
| The day's fair face The wanderers of Heaven | D2 |
| Each to his home retire save those that love | P2 |
| To take their pastime in the troubled air | Q2 |
| Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool | Z |
| The cattle from the untasted fields return | R2 |
| And ask with meaning low their wonted stalls | E |
| Or ruminate in the contiguous shade | S2 |
| Thither the household feathery people crowd | T2 |
| The crested cock with all his female train | B |
| Pensive and dripping while the cottage hind | U2 |
| Hangs oe'r the enlivening blaze and taleful there | Q2 |
| Recounts his simple frolic much he talks | E |
| And much he laughs nor recks the storm that blows | E |
| Without and rattles on his humble roof | V2 |
| Wide o'er the brim with many a torrent swell'd | W2 |
| And the mix'd ruin of its banks o'erspread | W2 |
| At last the roused up river pours along | P |
| Resistless roaring dreadful down it comes | E |
| From the rude mountain and the mossy wild | W2 |
| Tumbling through rocks abrupt and sounding far | X2 |
| Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads | E |
| Calm sluggish silent till again constrain'd | W2 |
| Between two meeting hills it bursts away | E |
| Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid stream | C |
| There gathering triple force rapid and deep | Y2 |
| It boils and wheels and foams and thunders through | Z2 |
| Nature great parent whose unceasing hand | W2 |
| Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year | A |
| How mighty how majestic are thy works | E |
| With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul | Z |
| That sees astonish'd and astonish'd sings | E |
| Ye too ye winds that now begin to blow | Z |
| With boisterous sweep I raise my voice to you | Z2 |
| Where are your stores ye powerful beings say | E |
| Where your a rial magazines reserved | W2 |
| To swell the brooding terrors of the storm | F2 |
| In what far distant region of the sky | C2 |
| Hush'd in deep silence sleep ye when 'tis calm | A3 |
| When from the pallid sky the sun descends | E |
| With many a spot that o'er his glaring orb | B3 |
| Uncertain wanders stain'd red fiery streaks | E |
| Begin to flush around The reeling clouds | E |
| Stagger with dizzy poise as doubting yet | W2 |
| Which master to obey while rising slow | Z |
| Blank in the leaden colour'd east the moon | C3 |
| Wears a wan circle round her blunted horns | E |
| Seen through the turbid fluctuating air | Q2 |
| The stars obtuse emit a shiver'd ray | E |
| Or frequent seem to shoot athwart the gloom | D3 |
| And long behind them trail the whitening blaze | E |
| Snatch'd in short eddies plays the wither'd leaf | E3 |
| And on the flood the dancing feather floats | E |
| With broaden'd nostrils to the sky upturn'd | W2 |
| The conscious heifer snuffs the stormy gale | Z |
| E'en as the matron at her nightly task | F3 |
| With pensive labour draws the flaxen thread | W2 |
| The wasted taper and the crackling flame | G3 |
| Foretell the blast But chief the plumy race | E |
| The tenants of the sky its changes speak | H3 |
| Retiring from the downs where all day long | P |
| They pick'd their scanty fare a blackening train | B |
| Of clamorous rooks thick urge their weary flight | W2 |
| And seek the closing shelter of the grove | I3 |
| Assiduous in his bower the wailing owl | Z |
| Plies his sad song The cormorant on high | C2 |
| Wheels from the deep and screams along the land | W2 |
| Loud shrieks the soaring hern and with wild wing | J3 |
| The circling seafowl cleave the flaky clouds | E |
| Ocean unequal press'd with broken tide | W2 |
| And blind commotion heaves while from the shore | T |
| Eat into caverns by the restless wave | K3 |
| And forest rustling mountain comes a voice | E |
| That solemn sounding bids the world prepare | Q2 |
| Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst | W2 |
| And hurls the whole precipitated air | Q2 |
| Down in a torrent On the passive main | B |
| Descends the ethereal force and with strong gust | W2 |
| Turns from its bottom the discolour'd deep | Y2 |
| Through the black night that sits immense around | W2 |
| Lash'd into foam the fierce conflicting brine | K2 |
| Seems o'er a thousand raging waves to burn | R2 |
| Meantime the mountain billows to the clouds | E |
| In dreadful tumult swell'd surge above surge | L3 |
| Burst into chaos with tremendous roar | T |
| And anchor'd navies from their stations drive | X |
| Wild as the winds across the howling waste | W2 |
| Of mighty waters now the inflated wave | K3 |
| Straining they scale and now impetuous shoot | W2 |
| Into the secret chambers of the deep | Y2 |
| The wintry Baltic thundering o'er their head | W2 |
| Emerging thence again before the breath | M3 |
| Of full exerted Heaven they wing their course | E |
| And dart on distant coasts if | N3 |
James Thomson
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