A Pastoral. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGI EEEEJDJD EKEELDLD MNMNODOD PQPQRSRSSurely Lucy love returns | A |
Though her meaning's not reveal'd | B |
Surely love her bosom burns | A |
Which her coyness keeps conceal'd | B |
Else what means that flushing cheek | C |
When with her I chance to be | D |
And those looks that almost speak | C |
A secret warmth of love for me | D |
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Would she where she valued not | E |
Give such proofs of sweet esteem | F |
Think what flowers for me she's got | E |
What can this but fondness seem | F |
When to try their pleasing powers | G |
Swains for her cull every grove | H |
When she takes my meaner flowers | G |
What can guide the choice but love | I |
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Was not love seen yesternight | E |
When two sheep had rambled out | E |
Who but Lucy set them right | E |
The token told without a doubt | E |
When others stare she turns and frowns | J |
When I but glance a smile I see | D |
When others talk she calls them clowns | J |
But never says such words to me | D |
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And when with swains to love inclin'd | E |
To bear her milk I often go | K |
Though they beg first she turns behind | E |
And lingers till I ask her too | E |
O'er stepping stones that cross the brooks | L |
Who mind such trifles plainly see | D |
In vain the shepherds prop their hooks | L |
She always gives her hand to me | D |
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To day while all were standing by | M |
She wish'd for roses from the bower | N |
The man too wish'd was in her eye | M |
Though others flew to get the flower | N |
And striving all they could to please | O |
When prick'd with thorns they left the tree | D |
She never seem'd concern'd at these | O |
But only turn'd to caution me | D |
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To day she careless view'd the bark | P |
Where many a swain had cut her name | Q |
'Till whisper'd which was Colin's mark | P |
Her cheek was instant in a flame | Q |
In blushing beckons love did call | R |
And courage seiz'd the chance the while | S |
And though I kiss'd her 'fore them all | R |
Her worst rebukings wore a smile | S |
John Clare
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