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La Solitude De St. Amant /la Solitude A Alcidon / Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O Solitude my sweetest choice	B
Places devoted to the night	C
Remote from tumult and from noise	D
How you my restless thoughts delight	C
O Heavens what content is mine	E
To see those trees which have appear'd	F
From the nativity of Time	G
And which hall ages have rever'd	F
To look to day as fresh and green	H
As when their beauties first were seen	H
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A cheerful wind does court them so	I
And with such amorous breath enfold	J
That we by nothing else can know	I
But by their hieght that they are old	J
Hither the demi gods did fly	K
To seek the sanctuary when	L
Displeased Jove once pierc'd the sky	K
To pour a deluge upon men	L
And on these boughs themselves did save	M
When they could hardly see a wave	M
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Sad Philomel upon this thorn	N
So curiously by Flora dress'd	O
In melting notes her case forlorn	N
To entertain me hath confess'd	O
O how agreeable a sight	C
These hanging mountains do appear	P
Which the unhappy would invite	C
To finish all their sorrows here	Q
When their hard fate makes them endure	R
Such woes as only death can cure	R
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What pretty desolations make	S
These torrents vagabond and fierce	T
Who in vast leaps their springs forsake	S
This solitary Vale to pierce	T
Then sliding just as serpents do	U
Under the foot of every tree	V
Themselves are changed to rivers too	U
Wherein some stately Nayade	U
As in her native bed is grown	W
A queen upon a crystal throne	W
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This fen beset with river plants	X
O how it does my sense charm	Y
Nor elders reeds nor willows want	U
Which the sharp steel did never harm	Y
Here Nymphs which come to take the air	Z
May with such distaffs furnish'd be	V
As flags and rushes can prepare	Z
Where we the nimble frogs may see	V
Who frighted to retreat do fly	K
If an approaching man they spy	K
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Here water flowl repose enjoy	A2
Without the interrupting care	Z
Lest Fortune should their bliss destroy	A2
By the malicious fowler's snare	Z
Some ravish'd with so bright a day	U
Their feathers finely prune and deck	B2
Others their amorous heats allay	U
Which yet the waters could not check	B2
All take their innocent content	U
In this their lovely element	U
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Summer's nor Winter's bold approach	C2
This stream did never entertain	D2
Nor ever felt a boat or coach	C2
Whilst either season did remain	D2
No thirsty traveller came near	P
And rudely made his hand his cup	E2
Nor any hunted hind hath here	Q
Her hopeless life resigned up	E2
Nor ever did the treacherous hook	F2
Intrude to empty any brook	F2
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What beauty is there in the sight	U
Of these old ruin'd castle walls	G2
Of which the utmost rage and spight	U
Of Time's worst insurrection falls	G2
The witches keep their Sabbath here	Q
And wanton devils make retreat	U
Who in malicious sport appear	P
Our sense both to afflict and cheat	U
And here within a thousand holes	H2
Are nest of adders and of owls	I2
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The raven with his dismal cries	J2
That mortal augury of Fate	U
Those ghastly goblins ratifies	J2
Which in these gloomy places wait	U
On a curs'd tree the wind does move	K2
A carcase which did once belong	L2
To one that hang'd himself for love	M2
Of a fair Nymph that did him wrong	L2
Who thought she saw his love and truth	N2
With one look would not save the youth	N2
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But Heaven which judges equally	V
And its own laws will still maintain	D2
Rewarded soon her cruelty	V
With a deserv'd and mighty pain	D2
About this squalid heap of bones	O2
Her wand'ring and condemned shade	U
Laments in long and piercing groans	O2
The destiny her rigour made	U
And the more to augment her right	U
Her crime is ever in her sight	U
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There upon antique marbles trac'd	U
Devices of past times we see	V
Here age ath almost quite defac'd	U
What lovers carv'd on every tree	V
The cellar here the highest room	P2
Receives when its old rafters fail	Q2
Soil'd with the venom and the foam	R2
Of the spider and the snail	Q2
And th'ivy in the chimney we	V
Find shaded by a walnut tree	V
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Below there does a cave extend	U
Wherein there is so dark a grot	U
That should the Sun himself descend	U
I think he could not see a jot	U
Here sleep within a heavy lid	U
In quiet sadness locks up sense	S2
And every care he does forbid	U
Whilst in arms of negligence	T2
Lazily on his back he's spread	U
And sheaves of poppy are his bed	U
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Within this cool and hollow cave	M
Where Love itself might turn to ice	U2
Poor Echo ceases not to rave	M
On her Narcissus wild and nice	U2
Hither I softly steal a thought	U
And by the softer music made	U
With a sweet lute in charms well taught	U
Sometimes I flatter her sad shade	U
Whilst of my chords I make such choice	B
They serve as body to her voice	B
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When from these ruins I retire	V2
This horrid rock I do invade	U
Whose lofty brow seems to inquire	V2
Of what materials mists are made	U
From thence descending leisurely	V
Under the brow of this steep hill	W2
It with great pleasure I descry	V2
By waters undermin'd until	W2
They to Palaemon's seat did climb	G
Compos'd of sponges and of slime	G
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How highly is the fancy pleas'd	U
To be upon the Ocean's shore	V2
When she begins to be appeas'd	U
And her fierce billows cease to roar	V2
And when the hairy Tritons are	V2
Riding upon the shaken wave	M
With what strange sounds they strike the air	V2
Of their trumpets hoarse and brave	M
Whose shrill reports does every wind	U
Unto his due submission bind	U
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Sometimes the sea dispels the sand	U
Trembling and murmuring in the bay	U
And rolls itself upon the shells	X2
Which it both brings and takes away	U
Sometimes exposed on the strand	U
Th'effect of Neptune's rage and scorn	N
Drown'd men dead monsters cast on land	U
And ships that were in tempests torn	N
With diamonds and ambergreece	X2
And many more such things as these	X2
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Sometimes so sweetly she does smile	Y2
A floating mirror she might be	V
And you would fancy all that while	Y2
New Heavens in her face to see	V
The Sun himself is drawn so well	Z2
When there he would his picture view	U
That our eye can hardly tell	Z2
Which is the false Sun which the true	U
And lest we give our sense the lie	K
We think he's fallen from the sky	K
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Bernieres for whose beloved sake	S
My thoughts are at a noble strife	A3
This my fantastic landskip take	S
Which I have copied from the life	A3
I only seek the deserts rough	B3
Where all alone I love to walk	C3
And with discourse refin'd enough	B3
My Genius and the Muses talk	C3
But the converse most truly mine	E
Is the dear memory of thine	E
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Thou mayst in this Poem find	U
So full of liberty and heat	U
What illustrious rays have shin'd	U
To enlighten my conceit	U
Sometimes pensive sometimes gay	U
Just as that fury does control	D3
And as the object I survey	U
The notions grow up in my soul	D3
And are as unconcern'd and free	V
As the flame which transported me	V
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O how I Solitude adore	V2
That element of noblest wit	U
Where I have learnt Apollo's lore	V2
Without the pains to study it	U
For thy sake I in love am grown	W
With what thy fancy does pursue	U
But when I think upon my own	W
I hate it for that reason too	U
Because it needs must hinder me	V
From seeing and from serving thee	V
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O que j'ayme la solitude	U
Que ces lieux sacrez la nuit Esloignez du monde e du bruit	U
Plaisent mon inquietude	U
Mon Dieu que mes yeux sont contens	U
De voir ces bois qui se trouverent	U
A la nativit du temps	U
Et que tous les si cles everent	U
Estre encore aussi beaux et vers	U
Qu'aux premiers jours de l'univers	U
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Un gay zephire les caresse	U
D'un mouvement doux et flatteur	V2
Rien que leur extresme hauteur	V2
Ne fait remarquer leur vieillesse	U
Jadis Pan et ses demi dieux	U
Y vinrent chercher du refuge	E3
Quand Jupiter ouvrit les cieux	U
Pour nous enoyer le deluge	E3
Et se sauvans sur leurs rameaux	U
A peine virent ils les eaux	U
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Que sur cette espine fleurie	V2
Dont le printemps est amoureux	U
Philomele au chant langoureux	U
Entretient bein ma resverie	V2
Que je prens de plaisir voir	V2
Ces monts pendans en precipices	U
Qui puor les coups du desespoir	V2
Sont aux malheureux si propices	U
Quand la cruaut de leur sort	U
Les froce a rechercher la mort	U
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Que	U