The Seasons: Winter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIEJKLMNOBPEQ BR EEESTEEUVVMWOEOXE EOOYOEZOZEEA2ZZZOB2E SEEC2ZO OEEZD2CE2OOO EEEOF2O SRESOG2OEEZOOMEUEE H2I2J2EQRS I2K2OL2EEQM2 OJN2EZEO2ZL2E2OZEOOZ ZE2EEP2 G2EOQ2EOSCR2Q2 OQ2EF2ES2M2SOEQ2X EEOS2ZT2F2Q2ZEEQ2EF2 OU2RQ2 EOOSee 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 |
Wish'd wint'ry Horrors hail With frequent Foot | F |
Pleas'd have I in my cheerful Morn of Life | G |
When nurs'd by careless Solitude I liv'd | H |
And sung of Nature with unceasing Joy | I |
Pleas'd have I wander'd thro' your rough Domains | E |
Trod the pure virgin Snows my self as pure | J |
Heard the Winds roar and the big Torrent burst | K |
Or seen the deep fermenting Tempest brew'd | L |
In the red evening Sky Thus pass'd the Time | M |
Till thro' the opening Chambers of the South | N |
Look'd out the joyous Spring look'd out and smil'd | O |
THEE too Inspirer of the toiling Swain | B |
Fair AUTUMN yellow rob'd I'll sing of thee | P |
Of thy last temper'd Days and sunny Calms | E |
When all the golden Hours are on the Wing | Q |
Attending thy Retreat and round thy Wain | B |
Slow rolling onward to the Southern Sky | R |
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BEHOLD the well pois'd Hornet hovering hangs | E |
With quivering Pinions in the genial Blaze | E |
Flys off in airy Circles then returns | E |
And hums and dances to the beating Ray | S |
Nor shall the Man that musing walks alone | T |
And heedless strays within his radiant Lists | E |
Go unchastis'd away Sometimes a Fleece | E |
Of Clouds wide scattering with a lucid Veil | U |
Soft shadow o'er th'unruffled Face of Heaven | V |
And thro' their dewy Sluices shed the Sun | V |
With temper'd Influence down Then is the Time | M |
For those whom Wisdom and whom Nature charm | W |
To steal themselves from the degenerate Croud | O |
And soar above this little Scene of Things | E |
To tread low thoughted Vice beneath their Feet | O |
To lay their Passions in a gentle Calm | X |
And woo lone Quiet in her silent Walks | E |
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NOW solitary and in pensive Guise | E |
Oft let me wander o'er the russet Mead | O |
Or thro' the pining Grove where scarce is heard | O |
One dying Strain to chear the Woodman's Toil | Y |
Sad Philomel perchance pours forth her Plaint | O |
Far thro' the withering Copse Mean while the Leaves | E |
That late the Forest clad with lively Green | Z |
Nipt by the drizzly Night and Sallow hu'd | O |
Fall wavering thro' the Air or shower amain | Z |
Urg'd by the Breeze that sobs amid the Boughs | E |
Then list'ning Hares forsake the rusling Woods | E |
And starting at the frequent Noise escape | A2 |
To the rough Stubble and the rushy Fen | Z |
Then Woodcocks o'er the fluctuating Main | Z |
That glimmers to the Glimpses of the Moon | Z |
Stretch their long Voyage to the woodland Glade | O |
Where wheeling with uncertain Flight they mock | B2 |
The nimble Fowler's Aim Now Nature droops | E |
Languish the living Herbs with pale Decay | S |
And all the various Family of Flowers | E |
Their sunny Robes resign The falling Fruits | E |
Thro' the still Night forsake the Parent Bough | C2 |
That in the first grey Glances of the Dawn | Z |
Looks wild and wonders at the wintry Waste | O |
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THE Year yet pleasing but declining fast | O |
Soft o'er the secret Soul in gentle Gales | E |
A Philosophic Melancholly breathes | E |
And bears the swelling Thought aloft to Heaven | Z |
Then forming Fancy rouses to conceive | D2 |
What never mingled with the Vulgar's Dream | C |
Then wake the tender Pang the pitying Tear | E2 |
The Sigh for suffering Worth the Wish prefer'd | O |
For Humankind the Joy to see them bless'd | O |
And all the Social Off spring of the Heart | O |
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OH bear me then to high embowering Shades | E |
To twilight Groves and visionary Vales | E |
To weeping Grottos and to hoary Caves | E |
Where Angel Forms are seen and Voices heard | O |
Sigh'd in low Whispers that abstract the Soul | F2 |
From outward Sense far into Worlds remote | O |
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NOW when the Western Sun withdraws the Day | S |
And humid Evening gliding o'er the Sky | R |
In her chill Progress checks the straggling Beams | E |
And robs them of their gather'd vapoury Prey | S |
Where Marshes stagnate and where Rivers wind | O |
Cluster the rolling Fogs and swim along | G2 |
The dusky mantled Lawn then slow descend | O |
Once more to mingle with their Watry Friends | E |
The vivid Stars shine out in radiant Files | E |
And boundless Ether glows till the fair Moon | Z |
Shows her broad Visage in the crimson'd East | O |
Now stooping seems to kiss the passing Cloud | O |
Now o'er the pure Cerulean rides sublime | M |
Wide the pale Deluge floats with silver Waves | E |
O'er the sky'd Mountain to the low laid Vale | U |
From the white Rocks with dim Reflexion gleams | E |
And faintly glitters thro' the waving Shades | E |
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ALL Night abundant Dews unnoted fall | H2 |
And at Return of Morning silver o'er | I2 |
The Face of Mother Earth from every Branch | J2 |
Depending tremble the translucent Gems | E |
And quivering seem to fall away yet cling | Q |
And sparkle in the Sun whose rising Eye | R |
With Fogs bedim'd portends a beauteous Day | S |
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NOW giddy Youth whom headlong Passions fire | I2 |
Rouse the wild Game and stain the guiltless Grove | K2 |
With Violence and Death yet call it Sport | O |
To scatter Ruin thro' the Realms of Love | L2 |
And Peace that thinks no Ill But These the Muse | E |
Whose Charity unlimited extends | E |
As wide as Nature works disdains to sing | Q |
Returning to her nobler Theme in view | M2 |
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FOR see where Winter comes himself confest | O |
Striding the gloomy Blast First Rains obscure | J |
Drive thro' the mingling Skies with Tempest foul | N2 |
Beat on the Mountain's Brow and shake the Woods | E |
That sounding wave below The dreary Plain | Z |
Lies overwhelm'd and lost The bellying Clouds | E |
Combine and deepening into Night shut up | O2 |
The Day's fair Face The Wanderers of Heaven | Z |
Each to his Home retire save those that love | L2 |
To take their Pastime in the troubled Air | E2 |
And skimming flutter round the dimply Flood | O |
The Cattle from th'untasted Fields return | Z |
And ask with Meaning low their wonted Stalls | E |
Or ruminate in the contiguous Shade | O |
Thither the houshold feathery People croud | O |
The crested Cock with all his female Train | Z |
Pensive and wet Mean while the Cottage Swain | Z |
Hangs o'er th'enlivening Blaze and taleful there | E2 |
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 | P2 |
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AT last the muddy Deluge pours along | G2 |
Resistless roaring dreadful down it comes | E |
From the chapt Mountain and the mossy Wild | O |
Tumbling thro' Rocks abrupt and sounding far | Q2 |
Then o'er the sanded Valley floating spreads | E |
Calm sluggish silent till again constrain'd | O |
Betwixt two meeting Hills it bursts a Way | S |
Where Rocks and Woods o'erhang the turbid Stream | C |
There gathering triple Force rapid and deep | R2 |
It boils and wheels and foams and thunders thro' | Q2 |
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NATURE great Parent whose directing Hand | O |
Rolls round the Seasons of the changeful Year | Q2 |
How mighty how majestick are thy Works | E |
With what a pleasing Dread they swell the Soul | F2 |
That sees astonish'd and astonish'd sings | E |
You too ye Winds that now begin to blow | S2 |
With boisterous Sweep I raise my Voice to you | M2 |
Where are your Stores ye viewless Beings say | S |
Where your aerial Magazines reserv'd | O |
Against the Day of Tempest perilous | E |
In what untravel'd Country of the Air | Q2 |
Hush'd in still Silence sleep you when 'tis calm | X |
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LATE in the louring Sky red fiery Streaks | E |
Begin to flush about the reeling Clouds | E |
Stagger with dizzy Aim as doubting yet | O |
Which Master to obey while rising slow | S2 |
Sad in the Leaden colour'd East the Moon | Z |
Wears a bleak Circle round her sully'd Orb | T2 |
Then issues forth the Storm with loud Control | F2 |
And the thin Fabrick of the pillar'd Air | Q2 |
O'erturns at once Prone on th'uncertain Main | Z |
Descends th'Etherial Force and plows its Waves | E |
With dreadful Rift from the mid Deep appears | E |
Surge after Surge the rising wat'ry War | Q2 |
Whitening the angry Billows rowl immense | E |
And roar their Terrors thro' the shuddering Soul | F2 |
Of feeble Man amidst their Fury caught | O |
And dash'd upon his Fate Then o'er the Cliff | U2 |
Where dwells the Sea Mew unconfin'd they fly | R |
And hurrying swallow up the steril Shore | Q2 |
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THE Mountain growls and all its sturdy Sons | E |
Stoop to the Bottom of the Rocks they shade | O |
Lone on its Midnight Side and all aghast | O |
The dark w | - |
James Thomson
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