L'allegro Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDDEECABFFGGHHHH IIJJAIKKHHLLHHAAIJAA IIMMJJBBBBJJBBNNBBII IIIIOOPPQQJJIIIIRRMM SSIISSSSIIIIIIIIJIPP IIIIIIBBIITTSSUUBBII SSIIJJAAVVBBIISSSSII HHIBIIJJBSWX

Hence loath egrave d MelancholyA
Of Cerberus and blackest midnight bornB
In Stygian Cave forlornB
'Mongst horrid shapes and shreiks and sights unholyA
Find out som uncouth cellC
Where brooding darknes spreads his jealous wingsD
And the night Raven singsD
There under Ebon shades and low brow'd RocksE
As ragged as thy LocksE
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwellC
But com thou Goddes fair and freeA
In Heav'n ycleap'd EuphrosyneB
And by men heart easing MirthF
Whom lovely Venus at a birthF
With two sister Graces moreG
To Ivy crown egrave d Bacchus boreG
Or whether as som Sager singH
The frolick Wind that breathes the SpringH
Zephir with Aurora playingH
As he met her once a MayingH
There on Beds of Violets blewI
And fresh blown Roses washt in dewI
Fill'd her with thee a daughter fairJ
So bucksom blith and debonairJ
Haste thee nymph and bring with theeA
Jest and youthful JollityI
Quips and Cranks and wanton WilesK
Nods and Becks and Wreath egrave d SmilesK
Such as hang on Hebe's cheekH
And love to live in dimple sleekH
Sport that wrincled Care deridesL
And Laughter holding both his sidesL
Com and trip it as ye goH
On the light fantastick toeH
And in thy right hand lead with theeA
The Mountain Nymph sweet LibertyA
And if I give thee honour dueI
Mirth admit me of thy crueJ
To live with her and live with theeA
In unreprov egrave d pleasures freeA
To hear the Lark begin his flightI
And singing startle the dull nightI
From his watch towre in the skiesM
Till the dappled dawn doth riseM
Then to com in spight of sorrowJ
And at my window bid good morrowJ
Through the Sweet Briar or the VineB
Or the twisted EglantineB
While the Cock with lively dinB
Scatters the rear of darknes thinB
And to the stack or the Barn doreJ
Stoutly struts his Dames beforeJ
Oft list'ning how the Hounds and hornB
Chearly rouse the slumbring mornB
From the side of som Hoar HillN
Through the high wood echoing shrillN
Som time walking not unseenB
By Hedge row Elms on Hillocks greenB
Right against the Eastern gateI
Wher the great Sun begins his stateI
Rob'd in flames and Amber lightI
The clouds in thousand Liveries dightI
While the Plowman neer at handI
Whistles ore the Furrow'd LandI
And the Milkmaid singeth blitheO
And the Mower whets his sitheO
And every Shepherd tells his taleP
Under the Hawthorn in the daleP
Streit mine eye hath caught new pleasuresQ
Whilst the Lantskip round it measuresQ
Russet Lawns and Fallows GrayJ
Where the nibling flocks do strayJ
Mountains on whose barren brestI
The labouring clouds do often restI
Meadows trim with Daisies pideI
Shallow Brooks and Rivers wideI
Towers and Battlements it seesR
Boosom'd high in tufted TreesR
Wher perhaps som beauty liesM
The Cynosure of neighbouring eyesM
Hard by a Cottage chimney smokesS
From betwixt two ag egrave d OkesS
Where Corydon and Thyrsis metI
Are at their savory dinner setI
Of Hearbs and other Country MessesS
Which the neat handed Phillis dressesS
And then in haste her Bowre she leavesS
With Thestylis to bind the SheavesS
Or if the earlier season leadI
To the tann'd Haycock in the MeadI
Som times with secure delightI
The up land Hamlets will inviteI
When the merry Bells ring roundI
And the jocond rebecks soundI
To many a youth and many a maidI
Dancing in the Chequer'd shadeI
And young and old com forth to playJ
On a Sunshine HolydayI
Till the live long day light failP
Then to the Spicy Nut brown AleP
With stories told of many a featI
How Faery Mab the junkets eatI
She was pincht and pull'd the sedI
And he by Friars Lanthorn ledI
Tells how the drudging Goblin swetI
To ern his Cream bowle duly setI
When in one night ere glimps of mornB
His shadowy Flale hath thresh'd the CornB
That ten day labourers could not endI
Then lies him down the Lubbar FendI
And stretch'd out all the Chimney's lengthT
Basks at the fire his hairy strengthT
And Crop full out of dores he flingsS
Ere the first Cock his Mattin ringsS
Thus don the Tales to bed they creepU
By whispering Windes soon lull'd asleepU
Towred Cities please us thenB
And the busie humm of menB
Where throngs of Knights and Barons boldI
In weeds of Peace high triumphs holdI
With store of Ladies whose bright eiesS
Rain influence and judge the priseS
Of Wit or Arms while both contendI
To win her Grace whom all commendI
There let Hymen oft appearJ
In Saffron robe with Taper clearJ
And pomp and feast and revelryA
With mask and antique PageantryA
Such sights as youthfull Poets dreamV
On Summer eeves by haunted streamV
Then to the well trod stage anonB
If Jonsons learn egrave d Sock be onB
Or sweetest Shakespear fancies childeI
Warble his native Wood notes wildeI
And ever against eating CaresS
Lap me in soft Lydian AiresS
Married to immortal verseS
Such as the meeting soul may pierceS
In notes with many a winding boutI
Of linck egrave d sweetnes long drawn outI
With wanton heed and giddy cunningH
The melting voice through mazes runningH
Untwisting all the chains that tyI
The hidden soul of harmonyB
That Orpheus self may heave his headI
From golden slumber on a bedI
Of heapt Elysian flowres and hearJ
Such streins as would have won the earJ
Of Pluto to have quite set freeB
His half regain'd EurydiceS
These delights if thou canst giveW
Mirth with thee I mean to liveX

John Milton



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