From "a Rhapsody" Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGHH IJIJJKJKK LMNMMOPOO| Sweet solitude what joy to be alone | A |
| In wild wood shady dell to stay for hours | B |
| Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone | A |
| To see glad butterflies and smiling flowers | B |
| Tis pleasant in these quiet lonely places | C |
| Where not the voice of man our pleasure mars | D |
| To see the little bees with coal black faces | C |
| Gathering sweets from little flowers like stars | D |
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| The wind seems calling though not understood | E |
| A voice is speaking hark it louder calls | F |
| It echoes in the far outstretching wood | E |
| First twas a hum but now it loudly squalls | F |
| And then the pattering rain begins to fall | G |
| And it is hushed the fern leaves scarcely shake | H |
| The tottergrass it scarcely stirs at all | G |
| And then the rolling thunder gets awake | H |
| And from black clouds the lightning flashes break | H |
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| The sunshine's gone and now an April evening | I |
| Commences with a dim and mackerel sky | J |
| Gold light and woolpacks in the west are leaving | I |
| And leaden streaks their splendid place supply | J |
| Sheep ointment seems to daub the dead hued sky | J |
| And night shuts up the lightsomeness of day | K |
| All dark and absent as a corpse's eye | J |
| Flower tree and bush like all the shadows grey | K |
| In leaden hues of desolation fade away | K |
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| Tis May and yet the March flower Dandelion | L |
| Is still in bloom among the emerald grass | M |
| Shining like guineas with the sun's warm eye on | N |
| We almost think they are gold as we pass | M |
| Or fallen stars in a green sea of grass | M |
| They shine in fields or waste grounds near the town | O |
| They closed like painter's brush when even was | P |
| At length they turn to nothing else but down | O |
| While the rude winds blow off each shadowy crown | O |
John Clare
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