The Wild-flower Nosegay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCCC DEDEFCFC GHGHIJIK LMLNEKEK CHCHCOCO PCPCCCCC OQOQRCRC CSCTCECE UFUFVCVC FCFCVEVE WHWHXYXY

In life's first years as on a mother's breastA
When Nature nurs'd me in her flowery prideB
I cull'd her bounty such as seemed bestA
And made my garlands by some hedge row sideB
With pleasing eagerness the mind reclaimsC
From black oblivion's shroud such artless scenesC
And cons the calendar of childish namesC
With simple joy when manhood intervenesC
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From the sweet time that spring's young thrills are bornD
And golden catkins deck the sallow treeE
Till summer's blue caps blossom mid the cornD
And autumn's ragwort yellows o'er the leaE
I roam'd the fields about a happy childF
And bound my posies up with rushy tiesC
And laugh'd and mutter'd o'er my visions wildF
Bred in the brain of pleasure's ecstaciesC
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Crimp frilled daisy bright bronze buttercupG
Freckt cowslip peeps gilt whins of morning's dewH
And hooded arum early sprouting upG
Ere the white thorn bud half unfolds to viewH
And wan hued lady smocks that love to springI
'Side the swamp margin of some plashy pondJ
And all the blooms that early Aprils bringI
With eager joy each fill'd my playful handK
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The jaundice tinctur'd primrose sickly sereL
Mid its broad curled leaves of mellow greenM
Hemm'd in with relics of the 'parted yearL
The mournful wrecks of summers that have beenN
Dead leaves of ash and oak and hazel treeE
The constant covering of all woody landK
With tiny violets creeping plenteouslyE
That one by one entic'd my patient handK
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As shadowy April's suns and showers did passC
And summer's wild profusions plenteous grewH
Hiding the spring flowers in long weeds and grassC
What meads and copses would I wander thro'H
When on the water op'd the lily budsC
And fine long purples shadow'd in the lakeO
When purple bugles peeped in the woodsC
'Neath darkest shades that boughs and leaves could makeO
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Then did I wear day's many hours awayP
In gathering blooms of seemly sweetest kindsC
Scrambling for blossoms of the white thorn mayP
Ere they fell victims to unfeeling windsC
And twisted woodbines and the flusht briar roseC
How sweet remembrance on the mind doth riseC
As they bow'd arching where the runnel flowsC
To think how oft I waded for the prizeC
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The ragged robins by the spinney lakeO
And flag flower bunches deeper down the floodQ
And snugly hiding 'neath the feather'd brakeO
Full many a blue bell flower and cuckoo budQ
And old man's beard that wreath'd along the hedgeR
Its oddly rude misshapen tawny flowersC
And prickly burs that crowd the leaves of sedgeR
Have claim'd my pleasing search for hours and hoursC
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And down the hay fields wading 'bove the kneesC
Through seas of waving grass what days I've goneS
Cheating the hopes of many labouring beesC
By cropping blossoms they were perch'd uponT
As thyme along the hills and lambtoe knotsC
And the wild stalking Canterbury bellE
By hedge row side or bushy bordering spotsC
That loves in shade and solitude to dwellE
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And when the summer's swarms half nameless fledU
And autumn's landscape faded bleak and wildF
When leaves 'gan fall and show their berries redU
Still with the season would I be beguil'dF
Lone spots to seek home leaving far behindV
Where wildness rears her lings and teazle bursC
And where last lingering of the flowery kindV
Blue heath bells tremble 'neath the shelt'ring furzeC
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Sweet were such walks on the half barren wildF
Which ploughs leave quiet with their briars and brakesC
Prospects of freedom pleasing from a childF
To track the crook'd path which the rabbit makesC
On these past times one loves to look behindV
Nor lives a soul mere trifles as they beE
But feels a joy in bringing to his mindV
The wild flower rambles of his infancyE
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Tis sweet to view as in a favour'd bookW
Life's rude beginning page long turned o'erH
'Tis nature's common feeling back to lookW
On things that pleas'd us when they are no moreH
Pausing on childish scenes a wish repeatX
Seeming more sweet to value when we're menY
As one awaken'd from a vision sweetX
Wishes to sleep and dream it o'er againY

John Clare



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