The Seasons: Summer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGH IJKLMN OPQRST UVWIXYZA2TB2C2D2E2F2 UG2H2I2J2 K2L2RM2N2VO2P2Q2R2N2 S2N2T2U2V2W2X2EY2Z2A 3B3C3D3WE3F3F2F2G3FH 3XI3J3F2F2K3L3M3 D2G3M2XG3F2N3F2O3WTF 2P3F2F2Q3R3V2S3 H2T3U3TFV3KV3M2F2W3 K3A3X3W2Q2WY3F2Z3WF2 WH2A4B4F2F2L2

From brightening fields of ether fair disclos'dA
Child of the sun refulgent Summer comesB
In pride of youth and felt through nature's depthC
He comes attended by the sultry HoursD
And ever fanning Breezes on his wayE
While from his ardent look the turning SpringF
Averts her blushful face and earth and skiesG
All smiling to his hot dominion leavesH
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Hence let me haste into the mid wood shadeI
Where scarce a sunbeam wanders through the gloomJ
And on the dark green grass beside the brinkK
Of haunted stream that by the roots of oakL
Rolls o'er the rocky channel lie at largeM
And sing the glories of the circling yearN
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Come Inspiration from thy hermit seatO
By mortal seldom found may Fancy dareP
From thy fix'd serious eye and raptur'd glanceQ
Shot on surrounding heaven to steal one lookR
Creative of the poet every powerS
Exalting to an ecstasy of soulT
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Now swarms the village o'er the jovial meadU
The rustic youth brown with meridian toilV
Healthful and strong full as the summer roseW
Blown by prevailing suns the ruddy maidI
Half naked swelling on the sight and allX
Her kindled graces burning o'er her cheekY
Even stooping age is here and infant handsZ
Trail the long rake or with the fragrant loadA2
O'ercharg'd amid the kind oppression rollT
Wide flies the tedded grain all in a rowB2
Advancing broad or wheeling round the fieldC2
They spread the breathing harvest to the sunD2
That throws refreshful round a rural smellE2
Or as they rake the green appearing groundF2
And drive the dusky wave along the meadU
The russet hay cock rises thick behindG2
In order gay while heard from dale to daleH2
Waking the breeze resounds the blended voiceI2
Of happy labour love and social gleeJ2
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Or rushing thence in one diffusive bandK2
They drive the troubled flocks by many a dogL2
Compell'd to where the mazy running brookR
Forms a deep pool this bank abrupt and highM2
And that fair spreading in a pebbled shoreN2
Urg'd to the giddy brink much is the toilV
The clamour much of men and boys and dogsO2
Ere the soft fearful people to the floodP2
Commit their woolly sides And oft the swainQ2
On some impatient seizing hurls them inR2
Embolden'd then nor hesitating moreN2
Fast fast they plunge amid the flashing waveS2
And panting labour to the farther shoreN2
Repeated this till deep the well wash'd fleeceT2
Has drunk the flood and from his lively hauntU2
The trout is banish'd by the sordid streamV2
Heavy and dripping to the breezy browW2
Slow move the harmless race where as they spreadX2
Their swelling treasures to the sunny rayE
Inly disturb'd and wondering what this wildY2
Outrageous tumult means their loud complaintsZ2
The country fill and toss'd from rock to rockA3
Incessant bleatings run around the hillsB3
At last of snowy white the gather'd flocksC3
Are in the wattled pen innumerous press'dD3
Head above head and rang'd in lusty rowsW
The shepherds sit and whet the sounding shearsE3
The housewife waits to roll her fleecy storesF3
With all her gay dress'd maids attending roundF2
One chief in gracious dignity enthron'dF2
Shines o'er the rest the pastoral queen and raysG3
Her smiles sweet beaming on her shepherd kingF
While the glad circle round them yield their soulsH3
To festive mirth and wit that knows no gallX
Meantime their joyous task goes on apaceI3
Some mingling stir the melted tar and someJ3
Deep on the new shorn vagrant's heaving sideF2
To stamp his master's cipher ready standF2
Others the unwilling wether drag alongK3
And glorying in his might the sturdy boyL3
Holds by the twisted horns th' indignant ramM3
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'Tis raging noon and vertical the sunD2
Darts on the head direct his forceful raysG3
O'er heaven and earth far as the ranging eyeM2
Can sweep a dazzling deluge reigns and allX
From pole to pole is undistinguish'd blazeG3
In vain the sight dejected to the groundF2
Stoops for relief thence hot ascending streamsN3
And keen reflection pain Deep to the rootF2
Of vegetation parch'd the cleaving fieldsO3
And slippery lawn an arid hue discloseW
Blast fancy's blooms and wither even the soulT
Echo no more returns the cheerful soundF2
Of sharpening scythe the mower sinking heapsP3
O'er him the humid hay with flowers perfum'dF2
And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heardF2
Through the dumb mead Distressful nature pantsQ3
The very streams look languid from afarR3
Or through th' unshelter'd glade impatient seemV2
To hurl into the covert of the groveS3
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Welcome ye shades ye bowery thickets hailH2
Ye lofty pines ye venerable oaksT3
Ye ashes wild resounding o'er the steepU3
Delicious in your shelter to the soulT
As to the hunted hart the sallying springF
Or stream full flowing that his swelling sidesV3
Laves as he floats along the herbag'd brinkK
Cool through the nerves your pleasing comfort glidesV3
The heart beats glad the fresh expanded eyeM2
And ear resume their watch the sinews knitF2
And life shoots swift through all the lighten'd limbsW3
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Around the adjoining brook that purls alongK3
The vocal grove now fretting o'er a rockA3
Now scarcely moving through a reedy poolX3
Now starting to a sudden stream and nowW2
Gently diffus'd into a limpid plainQ2
A various group the herds and flocks composeW
Rural confusion On the grassy bankY3
Some ruminating lie while others standF2
Half in the flood and often bending sipZ3
The circling surface In the middle droopsW
The strong laborious ox of honest frontF2
Which incompos'd he shakes and from his sidesW
The troublous insects lashes with his tailH2
Returning still Amid his subjects safeA4
Slumbers the monarch swain his careless armB4
Thrown round his head on downy moss sustain'dF2
Here laid his scrip with wholesome viands fill'dF2
There listening every noise his watchful dogL2

James Thomson



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