The Shepherds Calendar - January- Winters Day Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Shepherds Calendar - January- Winters Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Withering and keen the winter comes	A
While comfort flyes to close shut rooms	B
And sees the snow in feathers pass	C
Winnowing by the window glass	C
And unfelt tempests howl and beat	D
Above his head in corner seat	D
And musing oer the changing scene	E
Farmers behind the tavern screen	E
Sit or wi elbow idly prest	F
On hob reclines the corners guest	F
Reading the news to mark again	G
The bankrupt lists or price of grain	H
Or old moores anual prophecys	C
That many a theme for talk supplys	C
Whose almanacks thumbd pages swarm	I
Wi frost and snow and many a storm	I
And wisdom gossipd from the stars	C
Of polities and bloody wars	C
He shakes his head and still proceeds	C
Neer doubting once of what he reads	C
All wonders are wi faith supplyd	F
Bible at once and weather guide	F
Puffing the while his red tipt pipe	J
Dreaming oer troubles nearly ripe	J
Yet not quite lost in profits way	K
He'll turn to next years harvest day	K
And winters leisure to regale	L
Hopes better times and sips his ale	L
While labour still pursues his way	K
And braves the tempest as he may	K
The thresher first thro darkness deep	M
Awakes the mornings winter sleep	M
Scaring the owlet from her prey	K
Long before she dreams of day	K
That blinks above head on the snow	N
Watching the mice that squeaks below	N
And foddering boys sojourn again	G
By ryhme hung hedge and frozen plain	H
Shuffling thro the sinking snows	C
Blowing his fingers as he goes	C
To where the stock in bellowings hoarse	C
Call for their meals in dreary close	C
And print full many a hungry track	O
Round circling hedge that guards the stack	O
Wi higgling tug he cuts the hay	K
And bares the forkfull loads away	K
And morn and evening daily throws	C
The little heaps upon the snows	C
The shepherd too in great coat wrapt	K
And straw bands round his stockings lapt	K
Wi plodding dog that sheltering steals	C
To shun the wind behind his heels	C
Takes rough and smooth the winter weather	P
And paces thro the snow together	P
While in the fields the lonly plough	Q
Enjoys its frozen sabbath now	Q
And horses too pass time away	K
In leisures hungry holiday	K
Rubbing and lunging round the yard	K
Dreaming no doubt of summer sward	K
As near wi idle pace they draw	R
To brouze the upheapd cribs of straw	R
While whining hogs wi hungry roar	S
Crowd around the kitchen door	S
Or when their scanty meal is done	T
Creep in the straw the cold to shun	T
And old hens scratting all the day	K
Seeks curnels chance may throw away	K
Pausing to pick the seed and grain	H
Then dusting up the chaff again	G
While in the barn holes hid from view	U
The cats their patient watch pursue	U
For birds which want in flocks will draw	R
From woods and fields to pick the straw	R
The soodling boy that saunters round	K
The yard on homward dutys bound	K
Now fills the troughs for noisy hogs	C
Oft asking aid from barking dogs	C
That tuggles at each flopping ear	V
Of such as scramble on too near	W
Or circld round wi thirsty stock	X
That for his swinging labours flock	X
At clanking pump his station takes	C
Half hid in mist their breathing makes	C
Or at the pond before the door	S
Which every night leaves frozen oer	S
Wi heavy beetle splinters round	K
The glossy ice wi jarring sound	K
While huddling geese as half asleep	M
Doth round the imprisond water creep	M
Silent and sad to wait his aid	K
And soon as ere a hole is made	K
They din his ears wi pleasures cry	S
And hiss at all that ventures nigh	S
Splashing wi jealous joys vain	H
Their fill ere it be froze again	G
And woodstack climbs at maids desire	S
Throwing down faggots for the fire	S
Where stealing time he often stands	C
To warm his half froze tingling hands	C
The schoolboy still in dithering joys	C
Pastime in leisure hours employs	C
And be the weather as it may	K
Is never at a loss for play	K
Rolling up giant heaps of snow	N
As noontide frets its little thaw	R
Making rude things of various names	C
Snow men or aught their fancy frames	C
Till numbd wi cold they quake away	K
And join at hotter sports to play	K
Kicking wi many a flying bound	K
The football oer the frozen ground	K
Or seeking bright glib ice to play	K
To sailing slide the hours away	K
As smooth and quick as shadows run	T
When clouds in autumn pass the sun	T
Some hurrying rambles eager take	Y
To skait upon the meadow lake	Y
Scaring the snipe from her retreat	K
From shelving banks unfrozen seat	K
Or running brook where icy spars	C
Which the pale sunlight specks wi stars	C
Shoots crizzling oer the restless tide	K
To many a likness petrified	K
Where fancy often stoops to pore	S
And turns again to wonder more	S
The more hen too wi fear opprest	K
Starts from her reedy shelterd nest	K
Bustling to get from foes away	K
And scarcly flies more fast then they	K
Skaiting along wi curving springs	C
Wi arms spread out like herons wings	C
They race away for pleasures sake	Y
A hunters speed along the lake	Y
And oft neath trees where ice is thin	Z
Meet narrow scapes from breaking in	Z
Again the robin waxes tame	A2
And ventures pitys crumbs to claim	A2
Picking the trifles off the snow	N
Which dames on purpose daily throw	N
And perching on the window sill	L
Where memory recolecting still	L
Knows the last winters broken pane	H
And there he hops and peeps again	G
The clouds of starnels dailey fly	S
Blackening thro the evening sky	S
To whittleseas reed wooded mere	S
And ozier holts by rivers near	S
And many a mingld swathy crowd	K
Rook crow and jackdaw noising loud	K
Fly too and fro to dreary fen	G
Dull winters weary flight agen	G
Flopping on heavy wings away	K
As soon as morning wakens grey	K
And when the sun sets round and red	K
Returns to naked woods to bed	K
Wood pigeons too in flocks appear	S
By hunger tamd from timid fear	S
They mid the sheep unstartld steal	L
And share wi them a scanty meal	L
Picking the green leaves want bestows	C
Of turnips sprouting thro the snows	C
The ickles from the cottage eaves	C
Which cold nights freakish labour leaves	C
Fret in the sun a partial thaw	R
Pattring on the pitted snow	G
But soon as ere hes out of sight	K
They eke afresh their tails at night	K
The sun soon creepeth out of sight	K
Behind the woods and running night	K
Makes haste to shut the days dull eye	S
And grizzles oer the chilly sky	S
Dark deep and thick by day forsook	B2
As cottage chimneys sooty nook	B2
While maidens fresh as summer roses	C
Joining from the distant closes	C
Haste home wi yokes and swinging pail	L
And thresher too sets by his flail	L
And leaves the mice at peace agen	G
To fill their holes wi stolen grain	G
And owlets glad his toils are oer	S
Swoops by him as he shuts the door	S
The shepherd seeks his cottage warm	I
And tucks his hook beneath his arm	C2
And weary in the cold to roam	D2
Scenting the track that leadeth home	D2
His dog wi swifter pace proceeds	C
And barks to urge his masters speed	K
Then turns and looks him in the face	C
And trotts before Wi mending pace	C
Till out of whistle from the swain	G
He sits him down and barks again	G
Anxious to greet the opend door	S
And meet the cottage fire once more	S
The robin that wi nimble eye	S
Glegs round a danger to espy	E2
Now pops from out the opend door	S
From crumbs half left upon the floor	S
Nor wipes his bill on perching chair	S
Nor stays to clean a feather there	S
Scard at the cat that sliveth in	G
A chance from evenings glooms to win	G
To jump on chairs or tables nigh	S
Seeking what plunder may supply	S
The childerns litterd scraps to thieve	S
Or aught that negligence may leave	S
Creeping when huswives cease to watch	F2
Or dairey doors are off the latch	G2
On cheese or butter to regale	S
Or new milk reeking in the pale	S
The hedger now in leathern coat	K
From woodland wilds and fields remote	K
After a journey far and slow	S
Knocks from his shoes the caking snow	S
And opes the welcome creaking door	S
Throwing his faggot on the floor	S
And at his listening wifes desire	S
To eke afresh the blazing fire	S
Wi sharp bill cuts the hazel bands	C
Then sets him down to warm his hands	C
And tell in labours happy way	K
His story of the passing day	K
While as the warm blaze cracks and gleams	C
The supper reeks in savoury steams	C
Or keetle simmers merrily	S
And tinkling cups are set for tea	S
Thus doth the winters dreary day	K
From morn to evening wear away	K