A Specimen Of Clare's Rough Drafts Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCD EE FFGGEEBB HHIIJJKK LL DDMM BBKK NNOO KK PPKKKKPP PP KKEEEE PPPP DDII BBKK EE PPKK KK DDQR SIKK PPKKPPPPTT PPPP PJCDKK EEKK PPUV EEKKRR| A Specimen of Clare's rough drafts | A |
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| In a huge cloud of mountain hue | B |
| The sun sets dark nor shudders through | B |
| One single beam to shine again | C |
| Tis night already in the lane | D |
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| The settled clouds in ridges lie | E |
| And some swell mountains calm and high | E |
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| Clouds rack and drive before the wind | F |
| In shapes and forms of every kind | F |
| Like waves that rise without the roars | G |
| And rocks that guard untrodden shores | G |
| Now castles pass majestic bye | E |
| And ships in peaceful havens lie | E |
| These gone ten thousand shapes ensue | B |
| For ever beautiful and new | B |
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| The scattered clouds lie calm and still | H |
| And day throws gold on every hill | H |
| Their thousand heads in glorys run | I |
| As each were worlds and owned a sun | I |
| The rime it clings to every thing | J |
| It beards the early buds of spring | J |
| The mossy pales the orchard spray | K |
| Are feathered with its silver grey | K |
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| Rain drizzles in the face so small | L |
| We scarce can say it rains at all | L |
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| The cows turned to the pelting rain | D |
| No longer at their feed remain | D |
| But in the sheltering hovel hides | M |
| That from two propping dotterels strides | M |
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| The sky was hilled with red and blue | B |
| With lighter shadows waking through | B |
| Till beautiful and beaming day | K |
| Shed streaks of gold for miles away | K |
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| The linnet stopt her song to clean | N |
| Her spreading wings of yellow green | N |
| And turn his head as liking well | O |
| To smooth the dropples as they fell | O |
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| One scarce could keep one's path aright | K |
| From gazing upward at the sight | K |
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| The boys for wet are forced to pass | P |
| The cuckoo flowers among the grass | P |
| To hasten on as well they may | K |
| For hedge or tree or stack of hay | K |
| Where they for shelter can abide | K |
| Safe seated by its sloping side | K |
| That by the blackthorn thicket cowers | P |
| A shelter in the strongest showers | P |
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| The gardens golden gilliflowers | P |
| Are paled with drops of amber showers | P |
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| Dead leaves from hedges flirt about | K |
| The chaff from barn doors winnows out | K |
| And down without a wing to flye | E |
| As fast as bees goes sailing bye | E |
| The feather finds a wing to flye | E |
| And dust in wirl puffs winnows bye | E |
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| When the rain at midday stops | P |
| Spangles glitter in the drops | P |
| And as each thread a sunbeam was | P |
| Cobwebs glitter in the grass | P |
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| The sheep all loaded with the rain | D |
| Try to shake it off in vain | D |
| And ere dryed by wind and sun | I |
| The load will scarcely let them run | I |
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| The shepherds foot is sodden through | B |
| And leaves will clout his brushing shoe | B |
| The buttercups in gold alloyed | K |
| And daiseys by the shower destroyed | K |
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| The sun is overcast clouds lie | E |
| And thicken over all the sky | E |
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| Crows morn and eve will flock in crowds | P |
| To fens and darken like the clouds | P |
| So many is their cumberous flight | K |
| The dull eve darkens into night | K |
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| Clouds curl and curdle blue and grey | K |
| And dapple the young summers day | K |
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| Through the torn woods the violent rain | D |
| Roars and rattles oer the plain | D |
| And bubbles up in every pool | Q |
| Till dykes and ponds are brimming full | R |
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| The thickening clouds move slowly on | S |
| Till all the many clouds are one | I |
| That spreads oer all the face of day | K |
| And turns the sunny shine to grey | K |
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| Now the meadow water smokes | P |
| And hedgerows dripping oaks | P |
| Fitter patter all around | K |
| And dimple the once dusty ground | K |
| The spinners threads about the weeds | P |
| Are hung with little drops in beads | P |
| Clover silver green becomes | P |
| And purple blue surrounds the plumbs | P |
| And every place breaths fresh and fair | T |
| When morning pays her visit there | T |
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| The day is dull the heron trails | P |
| On flapping wings like heavy sails | P |
| And oer the mead so lowly swings | P |
| She fans the herbage with her wings | P |
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| The waterfowl with suthering wings | P |
| Dive down the river splash and spring | J |
| Up to the very clouds again | C |
| That sprinkle scuds of coming rain | D |
| That flye and drizzle all the day | K |
| Till dripping grass is turned to grey | K |
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| The various clouds that move or lye | E |
| Like mighty travellers in the sky | E |
| All mountainously ridged or curled | K |
| That may have travelled round the world | K |
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| The water ruckles into waves | P |
| And loud the neighbouring woodland raves | P |
| All telling of the coming storm | U |
| That fills the village with alarm | V |
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| Ere yet the sun is two hours high | E |
| Winds find all quarters of the sky | E |
| With sudden shiftings all around | K |
| And now the grass upon the ground | K |
| And now the leaves they wirl and wirl | R |
| With many a flirting flap and curl | R |
John Clare
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