L'allegro Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDDEECABFFGGHHHH IIJJAIKKHHLLHHAAIJAA IIMMJJBBBBJJBBNNBBII IIIIOOPPQQJJIIIIRRMM SSIISSSSIIIIIIIIJIPP IIIIIIBBIITTSSUUBBII SSIIJJAAVVBBIISSSSII HHIBIIJJBSWXHence loath egrave d Melancholy | A |
Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born | B |
In Stygian Cave forlorn | B |
'Mongst horrid shapes and shreiks and sights unholy | A |
Find out som uncouth cell | C |
Where brooding darknes spreads his jealous wings | D |
And the night Raven sings | D |
There under Ebon shades and low brow'd Rocks | E |
As ragged as thy Locks | E |
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell | C |
But com thou Goddes fair and free | A |
In Heav'n ycleap'd Euphrosyne | B |
And by men heart easing Mirth | F |
Whom lovely Venus at a birth | F |
With two sister Graces more | G |
To Ivy crown egrave d Bacchus bore | G |
Or whether as som Sager sing | H |
The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring | H |
Zephir with Aurora playing | H |
As he met her once a Maying | H |
There on Beds of Violets blew | I |
And fresh blown Roses washt in dew | I |
Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair | J |
So bucksom blith and debonair | J |
Haste thee nymph and bring with thee | A |
Jest and youthful Jollity | I |
Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles | K |
Nods and Becks and Wreath egrave d Smiles | K |
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek | H |
And love to live in dimple sleek | H |
Sport that wrincled Care derides | L |
And Laughter holding both his sides | L |
Com and trip it as ye go | H |
On the light fantastick toe | H |
And in thy right hand lead with thee | A |
The Mountain Nymph sweet Liberty | A |
And if I give thee honour due | I |
Mirth admit me of thy crue | J |
To live with her and live with thee | A |
In unreprov egrave d pleasures free | A |
To hear the Lark begin his flight | I |
And singing startle the dull night | I |
From his watch towre in the skies | M |
Till the dappled dawn doth rise | M |
Then to com in spight of sorrow | J |
And at my window bid good morrow | J |
Through the Sweet Briar or the Vine | B |
Or the twisted Eglantine | B |
While the Cock with lively din | B |
Scatters the rear of darknes thin | B |
And to the stack or the Barn dore | J |
Stoutly struts his Dames before | J |
Oft list'ning how the Hounds and horn | B |
Chearly rouse the slumbring morn | B |
From the side of som Hoar Hill | N |
Through the high wood echoing shrill | N |
Som time walking not unseen | B |
By Hedge row Elms on Hillocks green | B |
Right against the Eastern gate | I |
Wher the great Sun begins his state | I |
Rob'd in flames and Amber light | I |
The clouds in thousand Liveries dight | I |
While the Plowman neer at hand | I |
Whistles ore the Furrow'd Land | I |
And the Milkmaid singeth blithe | O |
And the Mower whets his sithe | O |
And every Shepherd tells his tale | P |
Under the Hawthorn in the dale | P |
Streit mine eye hath caught new pleasures | Q |
Whilst the Lantskip round it measures | Q |
Russet Lawns and Fallows Gray | J |
Where the nibling flocks do stray | J |
Mountains on whose barren brest | I |
The labouring clouds do often rest | I |
Meadows trim with Daisies pide | I |
Shallow Brooks and Rivers wide | I |
Towers and Battlements it sees | R |
Boosom'd high in tufted Trees | R |
Wher perhaps som beauty lies | M |
The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes | M |
Hard by a Cottage chimney smokes | S |
From betwixt two ag egrave d Okes | S |
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met | I |
Are at their savory dinner set | I |
Of Hearbs and other Country Messes | S |
Which the neat handed Phillis dresses | S |
And then in haste her Bowre she leaves | S |
With Thestylis to bind the Sheaves | S |
Or if the earlier season lead | I |
To the tann'd Haycock in the Mead | I |
Som times with secure delight | I |
The up land Hamlets will invite | I |
When the merry Bells ring round | I |
And the jocond rebecks sound | I |
To many a youth and many a maid | I |
Dancing in the Chequer'd shade | I |
And young and old com forth to play | J |
On a Sunshine Holyday | I |
Till the live long day light fail | P |
Then to the Spicy Nut brown Ale | P |
With stories told of many a feat | I |
How Faery Mab the junkets eat | I |
She was pincht and pull'd the sed | I |
And he by Friars Lanthorn led | I |
Tells how the drudging Goblin swet | I |
To ern his Cream bowle duly set | I |
When in one night ere glimps of morn | B |
His shadowy Flale hath thresh'd the Corn | B |
That ten day labourers could not end | I |
Then lies him down the Lubbar Fend | I |
And stretch'd out all the Chimney's length | T |
Basks at the fire his hairy strength | T |
And Crop full out of dores he flings | S |
Ere the first Cock his Mattin rings | S |
Thus don the Tales to bed they creep | U |
By whispering Windes soon lull'd asleep | U |
Towred Cities please us then | B |
And the busie humm of men | B |
Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold | I |
In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold | I |
With store of Ladies whose bright eies | S |
Rain influence and judge the prise | S |
Of Wit or Arms while both contend | I |
To win her Grace whom all commend | I |
There let Hymen oft appear | J |
In Saffron robe with Taper clear | J |
And pomp and feast and revelry | A |
With mask and antique Pageantry | A |
Such sights as youthfull Poets dream | V |
On Summer eeves by haunted stream | V |
Then to the well trod stage anon | B |
If Jonsons learn egrave d Sock be on | B |
Or sweetest Shakespear fancies childe | I |
Warble his native Wood notes wilde | I |
And ever against eating Cares | S |
Lap me in soft Lydian Aires | S |
Married to immortal verse | S |
Such as the meeting soul may pierce | S |
In notes with many a winding bout | I |
Of linck egrave d sweetnes long drawn out | I |
With wanton heed and giddy cunning | H |
The melting voice through mazes running | H |
Untwisting all the chains that ty | I |
The hidden soul of harmony | B |
That Orpheus self may heave his head | I |
From golden slumber on a bed | I |
Of heapt Elysian flowres and hear | J |
Such streins as would have won the ear | J |
Of Pluto to have quite set free | B |
His half regain'd Eurydice | S |
These delights if thou canst give | W |
Mirth with thee I mean to live | X |
John Milton
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