The Wild-flower Nosegay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCCC DEDEFCFC GHGHIJIK LMLNEKEK CHCHCOCO PCPCCCCC OQOQRCRC CSCTCECE UFUFVCVC FCFCVEVE WHWHXYXYIn life's first years as on a mother's breast | A |
When Nature nurs'd me in her flowery pride | B |
I cull'd her bounty such as seemed best | A |
And made my garlands by some hedge row side | B |
With pleasing eagerness the mind reclaims | C |
From black oblivion's shroud such artless scenes | C |
And cons the calendar of childish names | C |
With simple joy when manhood intervenes | C |
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From the sweet time that spring's young thrills are born | D |
And golden catkins deck the sallow tree | E |
Till summer's blue caps blossom mid the corn | D |
And autumn's ragwort yellows o'er the lea | E |
I roam'd the fields about a happy child | F |
And bound my posies up with rushy ties | C |
And laugh'd and mutter'd o'er my visions wild | F |
Bred in the brain of pleasure's ecstacies | C |
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Crimp frilled daisy bright bronze buttercup | G |
Freckt cowslip peeps gilt whins of morning's dew | H |
And hooded arum early sprouting up | G |
Ere the white thorn bud half unfolds to view | H |
And wan hued lady smocks that love to spring | I |
'Side the swamp margin of some plashy pond | J |
And all the blooms that early Aprils bring | I |
With eager joy each fill'd my playful hand | K |
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The jaundice tinctur'd primrose sickly sere | L |
Mid its broad curled leaves of mellow green | M |
Hemm'd in with relics of the 'parted year | L |
The mournful wrecks of summers that have been | N |
Dead leaves of ash and oak and hazel tree | E |
The constant covering of all woody land | K |
With tiny violets creeping plenteously | E |
That one by one entic'd my patient hand | K |
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As shadowy April's suns and showers did pass | C |
And summer's wild profusions plenteous grew | H |
Hiding the spring flowers in long weeds and grass | C |
What meads and copses would I wander thro' | H |
When on the water op'd the lily buds | C |
And fine long purples shadow'd in the lake | O |
When purple bugles peeped in the woods | C |
'Neath darkest shades that boughs and leaves could make | O |
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Then did I wear day's many hours away | P |
In gathering blooms of seemly sweetest kinds | C |
Scrambling for blossoms of the white thorn may | P |
Ere they fell victims to unfeeling winds | C |
And twisted woodbines and the flusht briar rose | C |
How sweet remembrance on the mind doth rise | C |
As they bow'd arching where the runnel flows | C |
To think how oft I waded for the prize | C |
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The ragged robins by the spinney lake | O |
And flag flower bunches deeper down the flood | Q |
And snugly hiding 'neath the feather'd brake | O |
Full many a blue bell flower and cuckoo bud | Q |
And old man's beard that wreath'd along the hedge | R |
Its oddly rude misshapen tawny flowers | C |
And prickly burs that crowd the leaves of sedge | R |
Have claim'd my pleasing search for hours and hours | C |
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And down the hay fields wading 'bove the knees | C |
Through seas of waving grass what days I've gone | S |
Cheating the hopes of many labouring bees | C |
By cropping blossoms they were perch'd upon | T |
As thyme along the hills and lambtoe knots | C |
And the wild stalking Canterbury bell | E |
By hedge row side or bushy bordering spots | C |
That loves in shade and solitude to dwell | E |
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And when the summer's swarms half nameless fled | U |
And autumn's landscape faded bleak and wild | F |
When leaves 'gan fall and show their berries red | U |
Still with the season would I be beguil'd | F |
Lone spots to seek home leaving far behind | V |
Where wildness rears her lings and teazle burs | C |
And where last lingering of the flowery kind | V |
Blue heath bells tremble 'neath the shelt'ring furze | C |
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Sweet were such walks on the half barren wild | F |
Which ploughs leave quiet with their briars and brakes | C |
Prospects of freedom pleasing from a child | F |
To track the crook'd path which the rabbit makes | C |
On these past times one loves to look behind | V |
Nor lives a soul mere trifles as they be | E |
But feels a joy in bringing to his mind | V |
The wild flower rambles of his infancy | E |
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Tis sweet to view as in a favour'd book | W |
Life's rude beginning page long turned o'er | H |
'Tis nature's common feeling back to look | W |
On things that pleas'd us when they are no more | H |
Pausing on childish scenes a wish repeat | X |
Seeming more sweet to value when we're men | Y |
As one awaken'd from a vision sweet | X |
Wishes to sleep and dream it o'er again | Y |
John Clare
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