The Seasons: Summer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGH IJKLMN OPQRST UVWIXYZA2TB2C2D2E2F2 UG2H2I2J2 K2L2RM2N2VO2P2Q2R2N2 S2N2T2U2V2W2X2EY2Z2A 3B3C3D3WE3F3F2F2G3FH 3XI3J3F2F2K3L3M3 D2G3M2XG3F2N3F2O3WTF 2P3F2F2Q3R3V2S3 H2T3U3TFV3KV3M2F2W3 K3A3X3W2Q2WY3F2Z3WF2 WH2A4B4F2F2L2From brightening fields of ether fair disclos'd | A |
Child of the sun refulgent Summer comes | B |
In pride of youth and felt through nature's depth | C |
He comes attended by the sultry Hours | D |
And ever fanning Breezes on his way | E |
While from his ardent look the turning Spring | F |
Averts her blushful face and earth and skies | G |
All smiling to his hot dominion leaves | H |
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Hence let me haste into the mid wood shade | I |
Where scarce a sunbeam wanders through the gloom | J |
And on the dark green grass beside the brink | K |
Of haunted stream that by the roots of oak | L |
Rolls o'er the rocky channel lie at large | M |
And sing the glories of the circling year | N |
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Come Inspiration from thy hermit seat | O |
By mortal seldom found may Fancy dare | P |
From thy fix'd serious eye and raptur'd glance | Q |
Shot on surrounding heaven to steal one look | R |
Creative of the poet every power | S |
Exalting to an ecstasy of soul | T |
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Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead | U |
The rustic youth brown with meridian toil | V |
Healthful and strong full as the summer rose | W |
Blown by prevailing suns the ruddy maid | I |
Half naked swelling on the sight and all | X |
Her kindled graces burning o'er her cheek | Y |
Even stooping age is here and infant hands | Z |
Trail the long rake or with the fragrant load | A2 |
O'ercharg'd amid the kind oppression roll | T |
Wide flies the tedded grain all in a row | B2 |
Advancing broad or wheeling round the field | C2 |
They spread the breathing harvest to the sun | D2 |
That throws refreshful round a rural smell | E2 |
Or as they rake the green appearing ground | F2 |
And drive the dusky wave along the mead | U |
The russet hay cock rises thick behind | G2 |
In order gay while heard from dale to dale | H2 |
Waking the breeze resounds the blended voice | I2 |
Of happy labour love and social glee | J2 |
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Or rushing thence in one diffusive band | K2 |
They drive the troubled flocks by many a dog | L2 |
Compell'd to where the mazy running brook | R |
Forms a deep pool this bank abrupt and high | M2 |
And that fair spreading in a pebbled shore | N2 |
Urg'd to the giddy brink much is the toil | V |
The clamour much of men and boys and dogs | O2 |
Ere the soft fearful people to the flood | P2 |
Commit their woolly sides And oft the swain | Q2 |
On some impatient seizing hurls them in | R2 |
Embolden'd then nor hesitating more | N2 |
Fast fast they plunge amid the flashing wave | S2 |
And panting labour to the farther shore | N2 |
Repeated this till deep the well wash'd fleece | T2 |
Has drunk the flood and from his lively haunt | U2 |
The trout is banish'd by the sordid stream | V2 |
Heavy and dripping to the breezy brow | W2 |
Slow move the harmless race where as they spread | X2 |
Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray | E |
Inly disturb'd and wondering what this wild | Y2 |
Outrageous tumult means their loud complaints | Z2 |
The country fill and toss'd from rock to rock | A3 |
Incessant bleatings run around the hills | B3 |
At last of snowy white the gather'd flocks | C3 |
Are in the wattled pen innumerous press'd | D3 |
Head above head and rang'd in lusty rows | W |
The shepherds sit and whet the sounding shears | E3 |
The housewife waits to roll her fleecy stores | F3 |
With all her gay dress'd maids attending round | F2 |
One chief in gracious dignity enthron'd | F2 |
Shines o'er the rest the pastoral queen and rays | G3 |
Her smiles sweet beaming on her shepherd king | F |
While the glad circle round them yield their souls | H3 |
To festive mirth and wit that knows no gall | X |
Meantime their joyous task goes on apace | I3 |
Some mingling stir the melted tar and some | J3 |
Deep on the new shorn vagrant's heaving side | F2 |
To stamp his master's cipher ready stand | F2 |
Others the unwilling wether drag along | K3 |
And glorying in his might the sturdy boy | L3 |
Holds by the twisted horns th' indignant ram | M3 |
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'Tis raging noon and vertical the sun | D2 |
Darts on the head direct his forceful rays | G3 |
O'er heaven and earth far as the ranging eye | M2 |
Can sweep a dazzling deluge reigns and all | X |
From pole to pole is undistinguish'd blaze | G3 |
In vain the sight dejected to the ground | F2 |
Stoops for relief thence hot ascending streams | N3 |
And keen reflection pain Deep to the root | F2 |
Of vegetation parch'd the cleaving fields | O3 |
And slippery lawn an arid hue disclose | W |
Blast fancy's blooms and wither even the soul | T |
Echo no more returns the cheerful sound | F2 |
Of sharpening scythe the mower sinking heaps | P3 |
O'er him the humid hay with flowers perfum'd | F2 |
And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard | F2 |
Through the dumb mead Distressful nature pants | Q3 |
The very streams look languid from afar | R3 |
Or through th' unshelter'd glade impatient seem | V2 |
To hurl into the covert of the grove | S3 |
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Welcome ye shades ye bowery thickets hail | H2 |
Ye lofty pines ye venerable oaks | T3 |
Ye ashes wild resounding o'er the steep | U3 |
Delicious in your shelter to the soul | T |
As to the hunted hart the sallying spring | F |
Or stream full flowing that his swelling sides | V3 |
Laves as he floats along the herbag'd brink | K |
Cool through the nerves your pleasing comfort glides | V3 |
The heart beats glad the fresh expanded eye | M2 |
And ear resume their watch the sinews knit | F2 |
And life shoots swift through all the lighten'd limbs | W3 |
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Around the adjoining brook that purls along | K3 |
The vocal grove now fretting o'er a rock | A3 |
Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool | X3 |
Now starting to a sudden stream and now | W2 |
Gently diffus'd into a limpid plain | Q2 |
A various group the herds and flocks compose | W |
Rural confusion On the grassy bank | Y3 |
Some ruminating lie while others stand | F2 |
Half in the flood and often bending sip | Z3 |
The circling surface In the middle droops | W |
The strong laborious ox of honest front | F2 |
Which incompos'd he shakes and from his sides | W |
The troublous insects lashes with his tail | H2 |
Returning still Amid his subjects safe | A4 |
Slumbers the monarch swain his careless arm | B4 |
Thrown round his head on downy moss sustain'd | F2 |
Here laid his scrip with wholesome viands fill'd | F2 |
There listening every noise his watchful dog | L2 |
James Thomson
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