The Ploughman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDDE FGHF IJJI AKKA LMNL OPPO QJJQ RSSR TJJT LJJL UVVUFriend mark these muscles mine's a frame | A |
Born grown and fitted for the toil | B |
My father tiller of the soil | B |
Bequeathed them to me with my name | A |
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Fear work Nay many times and oft | C |
Upon my brow the sweat bead stands | D |
And these two brown and sinewy hands | D |
Methinks were never white or soft | E |
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I earn my bread and know its worth | F |
Through days that chill and days that warm | G |
I wrest it with my strong right arm | H |
From out the bosom of the earth | F |
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The moneyed man may boast his wealth | I |
The high born boast his pedigree | J |
But greater far it seems to me | J |
My heritage of brawn and health | I |
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My sinews strong my sturdy frame | A |
My independence free and bold | K |
Mine is the richest dower I hold | K |
And ploughman is a noble name | A |
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Nor think me all uncouth and rough | L |
For as I turn the furrows o'er | M |
Far clearer than the threshing floor | N |
I see the tender growing stuff | L |
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A lab'rer I the long day through | O |
The lonely stretch of field and wood | P |
Seem pleasant things to me and good | P |
The river sings the heaven's blue | O |
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Bends down so near the sun crowned hill | Q |
Thank God I have the eyes to see | J |
The beauty and the majesty | J |
Of Nature and the heart to thrill | Q |
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At crimson sunset dawn's soft flush | R |
The fields of gold that stretch afar | S |
The glimmer of the first pale star | S |
That heralds in the evening's hush | R |
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They lie who say that labor makes | T |
A brute thing an insensate clod | J |
Of man the masterpiece of God | J |
They lie who say that labor takes | T |
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All from us save the lust of pelf | L |
Dulls eye and ear and soul and mind | J |
For no man need be deaf or blind | J |
Unless he wills it so himself | L |
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This life I live's a goodly thing | U |
My soul keeps tune to one glad song | V |
The while I turn the furrows long | V |
A ploughman happy as a king | U |
Jean Blewett
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