Poverty. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDDCCEECFF| Rank Poverty dost thou my joys assail | A |
| And with thy threat'nings fright me from my rest | B |
| I once had thoughts that with a Bloomfield's tale | A |
| And leisure hours I surely should be blest | B |
| But now I find the sadly alter'd scene | C |
| From these few days I fondly thought my own | D |
| Hoping to spend them private and alone | D |
| But lo thy troop of spectres intervene | C |
| Want shows his face with Idleness between | C |
| Next Shame's approaching step that hates the throng | E |
| Comes sneaking on with Sloth that fetters strong | E |
| Are these the joys my leisure hours must glean | C |
| Then I decline but know where'er we meet | F |
| Ye ne'er shall drive me from the Muses' seat | F |
John Clare
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